Post by .:.Relinde.:. & :.:Tineak:.: on Jan 28, 2008 12:41:50 GMT -5
"Tineak, do you think they'll be mad?"
The raven fluttered his wings in worried agitation, but quickly set them back against his sides. "Why should they be? We're not doing anything wrong, are we? We're just getting you some cloud pine."
Rel sighed and but a hand to her head, running it carefully through her dark brown hair and twirling the end of one set of strands around her finger. "I know. But still."
Her daemon nodded quietly, then sighed. "But still."
The young witch took a deep breath, then exhaled softly. She began to walk again, concentrating on that motion; left foot, right foot, left, right. Above her, Tineak was flying in slow circles, occasionally dipping down if he saw a branch that might be useful; but the pine boughs up high were in general too thin for even Relinde's slight frame. Down on the ground, they were thicker, and carried the witch's weight much more easily.
"This one." Rel brushed her hand along one branch before raising her voice. "Tineak! Come help me get this branch off the tree, will you?"
No!
Rel jumped and gave a small shriek; in the air, Tineak's wings stiffened, and he fell several feet before recovering them and gliding down to perch on his human's shoulder. Both shivered, standing as still as possible, waiting- but a minute passed, then another, and the voices didn't say anything else. Slowly the two relaxed and moved on, leaving behind the branch that had been disapproved by those mysterious entities.
"I'd give anything to be able to climb." Relinde frowned as she gazed up into the trees, wishing she wasn't bound to finding a branch from the ground.
"Or you could just be less particular."
"Well, I don't just want any old branch!"
This was an ongoing argument; where most witches weren't choosy with their cloud pine, Rel was always exceedingly conscientious of length and diameter and sometimes even color. Tineak, on the other hand, couldn't care less.
"They all fly, don't they?"
Rel shrugged, deciding not to dignify that with an answer.
"Oh, you really are impossible." The raven's words had an affectionate ring to them, and his human smiled softly as she turned her face toward him.
"I know."
In exasperation, Tineak took off from Rel's shoulder, flying a few feet ahead and landing on a branch. "This one, eh? See, I flap around a little, find a nice sturdy bough. Nothing special, nothing particular, but it works."
Relinde strode over to her daemon's newly-found branch, studying it carefully. "Actually, I think this one will work."
"Finally." Tineak rolled his mis-matched eyes, but nonetheless hopped up and down on the branch to help jar it loose as Rel pulled it off. The voices stayed silent this time, much to the relief of both.
"Shall we go home, then?"
"Home it is indeed."
But Relinde had only gotten so far as to sling the pine over her shoulder and take two steps toward home when they were stopped.
Stay were you are!
"W-why?" Rel was trembling, as she always did when addressing the voices, and her voice had a definite quaver to it that she didn't even bother trying to mask.
It's not your place to question. Just stay there!
With a meek nod, Rel sank to the ground and leaned her head against the tree, holding her new branch in her lap. Tineak spiraled down and landed next to her, leaning his black head against his human's side. She put a hand to him, running her fingers quietly through his long feathers for comfort.
No matter what the voices did, she always had Tineak.
The raven fluttered his wings in worried agitation, but quickly set them back against his sides. "Why should they be? We're not doing anything wrong, are we? We're just getting you some cloud pine."
Rel sighed and but a hand to her head, running it carefully through her dark brown hair and twirling the end of one set of strands around her finger. "I know. But still."
Her daemon nodded quietly, then sighed. "But still."
The young witch took a deep breath, then exhaled softly. She began to walk again, concentrating on that motion; left foot, right foot, left, right. Above her, Tineak was flying in slow circles, occasionally dipping down if he saw a branch that might be useful; but the pine boughs up high were in general too thin for even Relinde's slight frame. Down on the ground, they were thicker, and carried the witch's weight much more easily.
"This one." Rel brushed her hand along one branch before raising her voice. "Tineak! Come help me get this branch off the tree, will you?"
No!
Rel jumped and gave a small shriek; in the air, Tineak's wings stiffened, and he fell several feet before recovering them and gliding down to perch on his human's shoulder. Both shivered, standing as still as possible, waiting- but a minute passed, then another, and the voices didn't say anything else. Slowly the two relaxed and moved on, leaving behind the branch that had been disapproved by those mysterious entities.
"I'd give anything to be able to climb." Relinde frowned as she gazed up into the trees, wishing she wasn't bound to finding a branch from the ground.
"Or you could just be less particular."
"Well, I don't just want any old branch!"
This was an ongoing argument; where most witches weren't choosy with their cloud pine, Rel was always exceedingly conscientious of length and diameter and sometimes even color. Tineak, on the other hand, couldn't care less.
"They all fly, don't they?"
Rel shrugged, deciding not to dignify that with an answer.
"Oh, you really are impossible." The raven's words had an affectionate ring to them, and his human smiled softly as she turned her face toward him.
"I know."
In exasperation, Tineak took off from Rel's shoulder, flying a few feet ahead and landing on a branch. "This one, eh? See, I flap around a little, find a nice sturdy bough. Nothing special, nothing particular, but it works."
Relinde strode over to her daemon's newly-found branch, studying it carefully. "Actually, I think this one will work."
"Finally." Tineak rolled his mis-matched eyes, but nonetheless hopped up and down on the branch to help jar it loose as Rel pulled it off. The voices stayed silent this time, much to the relief of both.
"Shall we go home, then?"
"Home it is indeed."
But Relinde had only gotten so far as to sling the pine over her shoulder and take two steps toward home when they were stopped.
Stay were you are!
"W-why?" Rel was trembling, as she always did when addressing the voices, and her voice had a definite quaver to it that she didn't even bother trying to mask.
It's not your place to question. Just stay there!
With a meek nod, Rel sank to the ground and leaned her head against the tree, holding her new branch in her lap. Tineak spiraled down and landed next to her, leaning his black head against his human's side. She put a hand to him, running her fingers quietly through his long feathers for comfort.
No matter what the voices did, she always had Tineak.
