There's a creature with a cinnamon coat that approaches her. Selene considers ignoring him for a long moment, splashing after the fish. She likes the fish... not really, eating them so much, just hanging out with them. The crescent moon in her eye seemed to glint, along with the night's sky that was painted there. She is ice and he is fire, if we wanted the cliche. There's a stretch to her graceful limbs as she prepares to splash once more, graceful, elastic movements. A dancer. She's a dancer, and she tries a little too hard to be impressive. That's what happens when there's someone watching.
"They don't taste so hot, I just like playing with them." The scorn of the moon looks at the boy, splashing with her feet high. She's tempting him, taunting him with the cool water. Lowering her muzzle to the water, Selene sucks in a decent amount, and spits it like a fountain-- in his direction, into the air. It tasted awful but the result was so incredibly worth it. Tail wagging wildly, the starling is pleased with herself. "You wanna try?" She's dripping excitement. Brilliant in the sunlight as she is in the dark.
i'd give up forever
The scorn of the moon nmakes her way overland, finding herself in this place or that. There's something that she can do, anything that she can do, to take control of her own life. Her own future. There's something unstoppable about the force that takes hold of her. An unstoppable force, and she didn't have her immovable object, so there was nothing catastrophic in the cards for Selene in the cards yet. The scorn of the moon was free to be her own person for now. She's always been in her own way. The sea plane is beautiful, and in the summer twilight, she wants to explore. She needs to find something. Needs to find a place that makes her heart sing. Then again, Selene's heart usually sings. It's a good day that she can take to a marshland like this, splashing happily in the shallow waters. Salt water, with fish nearby. So many fish. There's a wag to her tail. What a good day. Selene stands stock still, looking down at the water, letting it still around her legs. Fish. There they were! Not so carefully, the scorn of the moon crashes down where she presumes the fish was. All she comes up with is a mouth full of salt water, but she's laughing. She's more than laughing, tail wagging wildly. Against she tries, again she fails, and again she's enjoying herself. What a wonderful day. the scorn of the moon |
Lionel was beginning to find his wandering legs. While he didn't travel far from home very often today was one of those days that he wanted to see something new. Making sure there wasn't anything important going on first at home, he then raced away to go see what he could find. He'd already learned that the world was full of things for those who looked for them and he was keen on learning everything he could. He hadn't really intended on traveling far but it was certainly much later when he reached the ocean even though he'd left early that morning. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to expect. He hadn't assumed he'd find anything like Kennocha lake where the ice glowed whenever you walked on it, but this place had a different kind of allure to it. Cypress trees grew strong and sturdy where they could and he could already smell water yet it had a strange smell to it. He'd never seen an ocean before so little did he know that this water wasn't drinkable. Splashing caught his attention and he followed the sound to see a dark female trying to catch fish. She seemed to not care that she wasn't being careful with it and he noticed she seemed to be having a lot of fun. She was so tiny too! He grinned before padding over to her with a friendly wave of his tail. "No luck with the fish?" He asked her. Walk, "Talk" Think |
"They don't taste so hot, I just like playing with them." The girl would splash in the water and he'd grin at her. He'd never imagined playing with something that should be food, but if they tasted bad then he supposed there wasn't much else to do with them. Fish were pretty fast so that could make for a nice game of chase, right? Well it sure seemed that way. He'd never actually caught a fish, but there was always a first time for everything. He'd eye her as she lowered her muzzle to the water and the next thing he knew she was spitting water at him. His blue eyes would widen as water splashed at his face and he laughed as he shook his head. "Hey!" He giggled with a feigned expression of insult on his face. She then asked him if he wanted to try and he nodded. Padding over to the water he dipped his head like she had and went to take a mouthful of the water before he spat it back out again in disgust. That wasn't water at all! "That's awful! Why does it taste like that?" He asked, looking up at her. Walk, "Talk" Think |