Post by Dominique Ampria on Jan 5, 2008 18:23:13 GMT -5
"Mank, could you please stop that for a moment? I'm trying to concentrate."
Across from her, the little robin cut off a particularly squeaky note, red chest puffed up adorably. It was his way of showing distaste for Dominique's words, but he could never really be irritated with her. Leaning his head this way and that, he blinked his tiny black eyes and ruffled his feathers, peering at her pouting face with curiosity.
"Dommy, they don't mean anything."
He was referring to her nightmares, but she pretended like she didn't know what he was talking about.
"What was that, Mank? I'm sorry, I'm really having a hard time paying attention."
Mankustrap let out a bubbly staccato of displeasure and flew upwards, darting between some of the overhanging branches erratically. Below him, Dominique felt fresh guilt at her treatment of her daemon, but said nothing to make amends. She felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and Mankustrap knew that the dreams were more than just her imagination. They were real to her, and even in her waking hours they plagued her. However, she had little time to contemplate them at this moment, because suddenly Mankustrap began pelting her with acorns from above, howling his joy as he hit his intended target over and over again.
"Mankustrap! Get down here right now, or so help me..."
Instead of listening to her, however, he swooped low and began to circle her, singing,
Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way,
Just give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's found near Gal'way Bay.
Eye, a diddley-day-duh-dum, diddley-doo-da-day-dah-dum, diddley-doo-die-diddley-eye-AY!
Infuriated and simultaneously finding the way he screamed the song in as drunk of an Irish accent as he could manage hilarious, Dominique laughed in frustration and tried her best to snatch him out of the air, getting up from her sitting position and leaping as high as she could from the ground. Mankustrap chirruped with delight and began his own version of "Wild Rover", flashing his tail in her face tauntingly.
I've been a bad dreamer for manys the year
And I've watched my dear Dommy chug whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with nuts in great store,
And I'll pelt her all day till her big head is sore.
"Mank, this isn't funny!" she insisted as she smiled against her will, face red from her exertions. "Come down here, you stupid featherbrain."
NO, NAY, NEVER! No nay never, no more! Will I slay the bad dreamer...No never, no more!
Collapsing on the ground, she lay on her back and looked up at his hyper flight patterns, dizzy just watching how fast he was zooming in circles.
"That's not even how it goes, Mank and you know it. If you don't know the words, then you shouldn't be singing the song."
Giggling, he alighted upon her chest and was immediately snatched up, buried in her tan fist. Managing to worm his small head between her second and middle finger, he panted just as heavily as her and watched as she closed her eyes, face flushing darkly. Long black lashes lay feathered and soft on her cheeks, and her toffee-colored skin looked almost alive with the way the sun danced on it. Leaves above them swayed with the wind, and shadows flickered across her face like impostors on the run.
"You look mighty pretty today, your highness."
Raising her dark eyebrows and looking very much as though she doubted it, she gave him one last squeeze before letting him go, mulberry lips relaxing into a mutual frown.
"Don't try to suck up, Mank. It's unbecoming of you."
Fluttering up for a brief moment, he landed on her bare shoulder and flexed his little claws, lifting his foot with the missing toe and giving it a small shake before settling down again.
"I'm not sucking up, Dommy. If I were a Witch, I'd take you, right here, right now."
Wrinkling her nose, she swung her hand at him and he cackled, leaping into the air and watching with humor as she sat up, layered hair tousled.
"You're disgusting, Mank. You know that, don't you?"
Twittering, he did a little jig and rolled on the ground, whistling his own strange melody.
"And your fur is all mussed up, Queen Ampria. How will you ever get a man if you're so messy all of the time?"
Glaring at him, she smoothed down her hair and straitened out her green dress, adjusting the brown leather pouch that hung around her waist.
"You, Mankustrap, are the reason that I can't 'get a man'. I'm barely messy at all, when you're not around."
Standing up, she brushed the dirt off the back of her clothing and held out a hand politely, even though Mank hardly deserved such civil treatment. The robin sensed that the game was over and flew up abidingly on her shoulder, nuzzling the crook of her neck in a sweet gesture of friendship. As they walked, he whispered in her ear, "You really are pretty," and he earned himself a small smile, Dominique's brown eyes lighting up.
Across from her, the little robin cut off a particularly squeaky note, red chest puffed up adorably. It was his way of showing distaste for Dominique's words, but he could never really be irritated with her. Leaning his head this way and that, he blinked his tiny black eyes and ruffled his feathers, peering at her pouting face with curiosity.
"Dommy, they don't mean anything."
He was referring to her nightmares, but she pretended like she didn't know what he was talking about.
"What was that, Mank? I'm sorry, I'm really having a hard time paying attention."
Mankustrap let out a bubbly staccato of displeasure and flew upwards, darting between some of the overhanging branches erratically. Below him, Dominique felt fresh guilt at her treatment of her daemon, but said nothing to make amends. She felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and Mankustrap knew that the dreams were more than just her imagination. They were real to her, and even in her waking hours they plagued her. However, she had little time to contemplate them at this moment, because suddenly Mankustrap began pelting her with acorns from above, howling his joy as he hit his intended target over and over again.
"Mankustrap! Get down here right now, or so help me..."
Instead of listening to her, however, he swooped low and began to circle her, singing,
Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way,
Just give me enough of the fine old stuff
That's found near Gal'way Bay.
Eye, a diddley-day-duh-dum, diddley-doo-da-day-dah-dum, diddley-doo-die-diddley-eye-AY!
Infuriated and simultaneously finding the way he screamed the song in as drunk of an Irish accent as he could manage hilarious, Dominique laughed in frustration and tried her best to snatch him out of the air, getting up from her sitting position and leaping as high as she could from the ground. Mankustrap chirruped with delight and began his own version of "Wild Rover", flashing his tail in her face tauntingly.
I've been a bad dreamer for manys the year
And I've watched my dear Dommy chug whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with nuts in great store,
And I'll pelt her all day till her big head is sore.
"Mank, this isn't funny!" she insisted as she smiled against her will, face red from her exertions. "Come down here, you stupid featherbrain."
NO, NAY, NEVER! No nay never, no more! Will I slay the bad dreamer...No never, no more!
Collapsing on the ground, she lay on her back and looked up at his hyper flight patterns, dizzy just watching how fast he was zooming in circles.
"That's not even how it goes, Mank and you know it. If you don't know the words, then you shouldn't be singing the song."
Giggling, he alighted upon her chest and was immediately snatched up, buried in her tan fist. Managing to worm his small head between her second and middle finger, he panted just as heavily as her and watched as she closed her eyes, face flushing darkly. Long black lashes lay feathered and soft on her cheeks, and her toffee-colored skin looked almost alive with the way the sun danced on it. Leaves above them swayed with the wind, and shadows flickered across her face like impostors on the run.
"You look mighty pretty today, your highness."
Raising her dark eyebrows and looking very much as though she doubted it, she gave him one last squeeze before letting him go, mulberry lips relaxing into a mutual frown.
"Don't try to suck up, Mank. It's unbecoming of you."
Fluttering up for a brief moment, he landed on her bare shoulder and flexed his little claws, lifting his foot with the missing toe and giving it a small shake before settling down again.
"I'm not sucking up, Dommy. If I were a Witch, I'd take you, right here, right now."
Wrinkling her nose, she swung her hand at him and he cackled, leaping into the air and watching with humor as she sat up, layered hair tousled.
"You're disgusting, Mank. You know that, don't you?"
Twittering, he did a little jig and rolled on the ground, whistling his own strange melody.
"And your fur is all mussed up, Queen Ampria. How will you ever get a man if you're so messy all of the time?"
Glaring at him, she smoothed down her hair and straitened out her green dress, adjusting the brown leather pouch that hung around her waist.
"You, Mankustrap, are the reason that I can't 'get a man'. I'm barely messy at all, when you're not around."
Standing up, she brushed the dirt off the back of her clothing and held out a hand politely, even though Mank hardly deserved such civil treatment. The robin sensed that the game was over and flew up abidingly on her shoulder, nuzzling the crook of her neck in a sweet gesture of friendship. As they walked, he whispered in her ear, "You really are pretty," and he earned himself a small smile, Dominique's brown eyes lighting up.
