Post by Sorra on Oct 24, 2008 15:17:52 GMT -5
Month 5:
Angeeal sighed deeply as he ran his figners through his hair in
frustration, only to have it mus up again as Melia and Crisis
attempted... for the third time that morning trying to make a nest out
of the long tresses. "Will you two stop it! Do you know how long it
took me to get it like it was this morning? Now get out!" he snapped
before letting out a sigh and giving up as Crisis chirped happily as he
curled up in a particularly knoted mess behind his ear. Melia was a tad
more courteous and perched herself on his shoulder and nuzzled his
cheek. "Well, now that you're settled let's get to the Lake, I promised
you two could go fishing and I plan on keeping it," he smield softly as
he continued to walk down to the Lake.
Angeeal
Randael was lounging by the lake enjoying a few candlemarks off. She had been spending most of her time with Revee or one of his siblings learning about the whers. And she was just plain tired now. She looked up when she heard Angeeal's voice approaching. "Hi," she said cheerily, sitting up better.
Randy
***
Angeeal turned to the voice a bit surprised, he'd been so preoccupied with his little flits he hadnt even noticed someone else on the lake's beach. "Oh, hello, sorry, didn' see you there, these little critters have been driving me insane all morning," he smiled as he walked over towards Randael. He stayed near the lake's edge before reaching her and shook his head to dislodge the two flits. "Ok you two, there's the lake, go and fish and give my hair a rest," he said allowing his mind to caress that of the flits, sending them off with happy chirps to dive into the lake and fish to their little heart's content. Walking up to where Randael was sitting he plopped down next to her and began to untagle the various nests made in his hair. "Nice to meetcha, the name's Angeeal," he smiled as his finger gently tugged out a knot of blonde hair without ripping them out.
Angeeal
***
Randy smiled in sympathy when she saw where the flits were nested. She didn't figure it could feel too good. She shook her head. "It's okay. I was being kind of quiet anyway." The girl giggled as the flits started fishing. She really hadn't a chance to be around flits much when she was in the mines. "They're cute," she commented. "But I can see they're not easy on your hair." Randy's greenish-blue eyes shined as she brushed some strawberry blonde hair out of her face. "I'm Randael, but most people just call me Randy. It's nice to meet you too, Angeeal."
Randy
Angeeal sighed deeply as he ran his figners through his hair in
frustration, only to have it mus up again as Melia and Crisis
attempted... for the third time that morning trying to make a nest out
of the long tresses. "Will you two stop it! Do you know how long it
took me to get it like it was this morning? Now get out!" he snapped
before letting out a sigh and giving up as Crisis chirped happily as he
curled up in a particularly knoted mess behind his ear. Melia was a tad
more courteous and perched herself on his shoulder and nuzzled his
cheek. "Well, now that you're settled let's get to the Lake, I promised
you two could go fishing and I plan on keeping it," he smield softly as
he continued to walk down to the Lake.
Angeeal
Randael was lounging by the lake enjoying a few candlemarks off. She had been spending most of her time with Revee or one of his siblings learning about the whers. And she was just plain tired now. She looked up when she heard Angeeal's voice approaching. "Hi," she said cheerily, sitting up better.
Randy
***
Angeeal turned to the voice a bit surprised, he'd been so preoccupied with his little flits he hadnt even noticed someone else on the lake's beach. "Oh, hello, sorry, didn' see you there, these little critters have been driving me insane all morning," he smiled as he walked over towards Randael. He stayed near the lake's edge before reaching her and shook his head to dislodge the two flits. "Ok you two, there's the lake, go and fish and give my hair a rest," he said allowing his mind to caress that of the flits, sending them off with happy chirps to dive into the lake and fish to their little heart's content. Walking up to where Randael was sitting he plopped down next to her and began to untagle the various nests made in his hair. "Nice to meetcha, the name's Angeeal," he smiled as his finger gently tugged out a knot of blonde hair without ripping them out.
Angeeal
***
Randy smiled in sympathy when she saw where the flits were nested. She didn't figure it could feel too good. She shook her head. "It's okay. I was being kind of quiet anyway." The girl giggled as the flits started fishing. She really hadn't a chance to be around flits much when she was in the mines. "They're cute," she commented. "But I can see they're not easy on your hair." Randy's greenish-blue eyes shined as she brushed some strawberry blonde hair out of her face. "I'm Randael, but most people just call me Randy. It's nice to meet you too, Angeeal."
Randy