[PRP] New Aspirations (Giveforward x Warren Peace)

[anemosagkelos]

[imgleft]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ncert2.png[/imgleft] She wobbled a bit, as she walked which was unusual for a bird to begin with. They hopped, perched, flew. And yet this songbird was indeed walking along the path way that had been tread into the dirt. There seemed to be no giving up for the possibly injured bird until it flopped forward and seem to still.

Giveforward was far from dead; she was tired and pained. Songbirds weren't built to be snuggled or cuddled and she lamented that despite herself it ended up always hurting her. For the briefest moment, she wondered what it would be like to be a caiman or an eaglehound, perhaps a lynx or a caveworm. They were so much more substantial and, really, so was she. The mare did not take things for granted but she did wonder. There had to be more than one creature that was her eternity. She was more than fragile, more than a body blown by the wind. And it felt like spitting in the Motherfather's face to think so but it was true. Surely, they knew that, too.

[Moonstone Dazzle]

Looking after herself had gotten easier with Where Wolf for company, for herself and Bumble. Her keen nose and sharp hearing helped with the hunt, and she helped provide warmth when the nights got cold. Fortunately, with spring arrived, the cold nights were fewer and further between. Now they could act as master and companion, scouring the swamp for ne'er do wells and for their next meal.

Where's ears pricked up, and the muskwolf turned its attention to the nearby pathway. The wolf's fur stood on end, and she took off towards the straightaway. With a startled yelp, Warren Peace took off after her, bounding on the wolf's heels. It was only when Where came to a screeching halt that Warren was forced to do the same, giving a yelp and nearly fumbling over the little bird in the pathway.

Slowly but surely, Bumble followed after, giving the pile of wolf and master an odd look.

"What's a bird doing just... sitting there...?"

[anemosagkelos]

The crash of kin and pet should've roused her but it didn't, not at first. Eventually eyes began to open and then the voice jolted her so that she lost herself all together for a moment. The spot she'd been in was empty, no bird, no kin, until she was able to wrangle her weary mind into settling into one form instead of bouncing like a crazed gnat between them.

"So--sorry," she apologized, lifting her mare head up from the ground. "I hope you don't mind if I stay here, a very excited totoma cuddled me a bit too hard." She smiled, "Are you looking for something?"

[Moonstone Dazzle]

The muskwolf turned to Warren, seemingly searching for an answer to this weird bird. Unfortunately for the wolf, Warren wasn't exactly the brightest of the bright. She did good for folks, worked her hardest. She didn't... do the mental legwork. Just the legwork. Her ears flattened, and she regarded the bird with something on her face between curiosity and stupidty.

Warren Peace hadn't ever claimed to be bright, yeah?

When the mare was there, Warren yelped again, stumbling back from the now full-sized mare laying in the path. Where gave her the same look, but remained firmly in place at her side.

"You, uh. You were a bird. And now you ain't. That's... that's somethin' you don't see every day," Warren mumbled, instead of answering the mare's questions at all. It took a second for her to realize that the other kin had addressed her, and she sat more upright.

"Um, naw. Not really. Me an' where here was just... out huntin'. Didn't think no lunch or nothin' would be, well. You."

Her head tipped to the side.

"You doin' ok?"

[anemosagkelos]

"Is this your first time meeting a Legendary?" she queried, brow furrowing while a tiny pull of muscles tugged the corners of her mouth down. This was not the type of first impression she wanted to make and she couldn't help the seed of worry that the others would be upset if they were seen in such a light. Worn and crumpled like an autumn leaf. It wasn't wrong to be tired, though, especially when she had been tiny and the totoma was so much larger than she could imagine. It was a pebble against a mountain, an ant against a wolf. Perhaps it would be more concerning if she wasn't in a little bit of discomfort.

She blinked, the acha doe was talking and she had been wandering through her own mind. A blush began to creep up but it cooled when the question of her well-being came.

"Only a bit sore but it'll pass," she reassured the doe. "It is such a joy to help others and, I forget, how small I am as a songbird. I accept their thanks in many ways, there is just a much bigger difference when it's a totoma trying to cuddle you," she smiled and gave a light laugh.

Maybe I should have been a lynx, she thought, then sighed. No, that wasn't her at all.

[Moonstone Dazzle]

"Yeah. I'm not- I kinna keep on my own road, y'know? Just. Travelin' round. Helpin' folks. Ain't too often I'm in the business of meetin' other folks who help folks. ...That's a lotta folks, innit?" She laughed gently, pawing at the dirt. Besides that, it wasn't like she'd had kids. Nah, she was too busy for that. Meeting these mares and stags was what the kin expectin' their own did. Seek blessings, offer tribute, all that lovely story stuff. It wasn't really for her, nah. But... well. She was here with the mare, wasn't she?

"Here, uh. Why don'tcha snuggle a bit with bumble? He's right cuddly, he is." She gave a click of her tongue, and the jackalope perked up. Warren nodded over to the mare, and the rabbit sprung over, laying next to the mare. Warren Peace remained awkwardly where she was, a flicker of her ear.

"I could getcha some food, if ya want. If it'd help ya. Or. Whatever ya need, yeah?"

[anemosagkelos]

"You sound like you could be a Legendary yourself, one day," Giveforward smiled with eyes closed, for a moment. She took in a breath and tried to relax the tension that her sore muscles and bones were holding onto from the incident. It was mostly in her own mind, she thought, because this was an entirely different form. In a way, she supposed it was slightly traumatic, the instincts of the songbird watching a scene that could have heralded death. The mare knew better than to think so little of herself, no matter what form she might take. The conundrum of two minds within one body was more than she cared to think about right now.

She was a little embarrassed not to have focused on the jackalope yet, "Oh, aren't you the most adorable friend," she cooed in a soft voice. It was more than a little creature, she knew that from experience. If her eyes did not glow, if she did not change into a mare, she might not be noticed at all. She nuzzled the fluffy and delightfully soft animal as it curled up in front of her chest. It would have been easy to forget herself, to forget the doe, but she opened her eyes as her cheek rested on the antlered rabbit's furry side.

"You could keep me company for a little while?" she suggested, softly, "You're such a kind soul, I wonder who helps you?"