Disclaimer: I don't own except the charries and the plot.
And I'm working as hard on this as I can while I still have inspiration. Striking while the iron is hot, and all that.
Sorries, Darkfyre, but Krathnae's feathery butt is still hiding. He'd better be writing up the next thing on Kamaria. *looks dangerous*
Chaesa: You wish.
Blade: You're in the wrong story! Go work on Shadows of Shadows!
Chaesa: *raises eyebrow and vanishes*
Muse responsible: Rrissa
And this is a coupla days after. They've gotten out of the Pelagirs and Liluye has "hawk furniture" which means jess holders (used to tie light packages to a bondbird's feet) an arm gauntlet, a basic first-aid kit, an imping kit, and a staff that Lil braces across her shoulders for Kree to sit on.
And Lil has accepted Kree, even though she's still pretty bemused, and she's figured out how to talk to him in Mindspeech.
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:Kree?: I called up towards the sky.
:?:
:Can you get supper?:
:!:
Kree dove at something just to the side of the path, striking a rabbit out of the bush and snapping its spine.
"Great catch!" I shouted.
Kree preened a bit, then hopped over to get a launch off my arm.
After a few days together, we had worked out a system. Kree would catch dinner, and I would give him a nice long crest-scratch and a treat.
:Enough for bondmate?: asked Kree, bobbing his head to catch my eye.
:This is good. You go catch your own supper, then I'll scratch your crest.:
:!: said Kree, happily, as I launched him.
I picked up the rabbit, chuckling a little. [Funny, I've always heard of the fierce Hawkbrothers and their fiercer birds, but Kree-he's like a little, always ready to do anything for a treat. And it doesn't hurt that I scratch his crest.]
I turned off the trail and built a fire-after several mishaps, I had finally picked up the knack.
Skinning the rabbit, she set aside the entrails and head-Kree liked the brain-and spitted it. Waiting for the fire to grow, I mounded some dirt and rocks into a makeshift perch.
A surge of blood-lust coursed down the bond, and I shifted slightly. [I almost got caught that first time...won't make that mistake again.]
At last, the fire was large enough. I propped the spit against a forked stick, turning it as it cooked.
:Watch head, bondmate!: called Kree in warning.
I ducked my head to the side as Kree carefully winged to the perch.
:Treat?: he inquired, tilting his head almost upside down.
I gave him the entrails and head before returning to my own supper.
I ate the rabbit, watching the stars appear. [Wonder what I'll do next. Wandering alone was palatable for a while...but I'm starting to get lonely, even with Kree. In a way, he emphasizes it, since he's not even human...]
:Bondmate lonely?:
:A bit, featherhead.:
:Heads good. Inside-heads better.:
:Your head, Kree, your head!:
:My head wrong?: Kree tried to peer at his own head, resulting only in some fascinating head-positions.
:...nevermind. Nothing wrong with your head.:
Kree gave up trying to see his own head and went back to his treat.
[Maybe that notion I had of joining a merc Company isn't so farfetched. I mean, by myself I might not get in, but with birdbrain over there...he's a born fighter. Except that one little problem of arrows-but for a strike- and-run, he'd be perfect.]
:Think too much. Head will hurt.: admonished Kree.
I snorted.
Lapsing into silence, I stared at the sky, picking out constellations.
"Kree?"
:?:
"How would you like to be a fighter?"
:Fight? Fight humans?: Kree sounded a bit doubtful.
"Yes, humans. But the fighters I'm thinking of joining travel a lot, and we could see the world that way-but protected, instead of wandering on our own." I tried to phrase everything simply.
Kree thought for a bit, preening a wing.
:Yes. But when bored, we leave, right?:
"When bored, we leave. And I'll seal it with-" I reached over and scratched Kree's crest. He chirred and leaned his head into my hand.
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Awww...they're bonding good now!
Reviewerthanking! Blackberry pie for everybody!
Kierseth: I mailed you about that...have pie!
Vreader: Blackberry!
Cerulean Sky: You just won't give up on the Tayledras, will you? You'll just have to see! *is mysterious*
Kyalia: No, I mean prolonging the agony on whether she'd be Chosen or not...
Katsiebee: Have a nap.
Darkfyre: um...not Kree then. How about Scheherezade? (She scares gryphons into submission, shouldn't take her long...) Keeping track of fliers is bad. Krathnae is currently hiding. Uhum...here's a deer...it was SUPPOSED to be Krathnae's supper, but you can have it. He'll live.
~Fireblade K'Chona
And I'm working as hard on this as I can while I still have inspiration. Striking while the iron is hot, and all that.
Sorries, Darkfyre, but Krathnae's feathery butt is still hiding. He'd better be writing up the next thing on Kamaria. *looks dangerous*
Chaesa: You wish.
Blade: You're in the wrong story! Go work on Shadows of Shadows!
Chaesa: *raises eyebrow and vanishes*
Muse responsible: Rrissa
And this is a coupla days after. They've gotten out of the Pelagirs and Liluye has "hawk furniture" which means jess holders (used to tie light packages to a bondbird's feet) an arm gauntlet, a basic first-aid kit, an imping kit, and a staff that Lil braces across her shoulders for Kree to sit on.
And Lil has accepted Kree, even though she's still pretty bemused, and she's figured out how to talk to him in Mindspeech.
-------------------------------------------------
:Kree?: I called up towards the sky.
:?:
:Can you get supper?:
:!:
Kree dove at something just to the side of the path, striking a rabbit out of the bush and snapping its spine.
"Great catch!" I shouted.
Kree preened a bit, then hopped over to get a launch off my arm.
After a few days together, we had worked out a system. Kree would catch dinner, and I would give him a nice long crest-scratch and a treat.
:Enough for bondmate?: asked Kree, bobbing his head to catch my eye.
:This is good. You go catch your own supper, then I'll scratch your crest.:
:!: said Kree, happily, as I launched him.
I picked up the rabbit, chuckling a little. [Funny, I've always heard of the fierce Hawkbrothers and their fiercer birds, but Kree-he's like a little, always ready to do anything for a treat. And it doesn't hurt that I scratch his crest.]
I turned off the trail and built a fire-after several mishaps, I had finally picked up the knack.
Skinning the rabbit, she set aside the entrails and head-Kree liked the brain-and spitted it. Waiting for the fire to grow, I mounded some dirt and rocks into a makeshift perch.
A surge of blood-lust coursed down the bond, and I shifted slightly. [I almost got caught that first time...won't make that mistake again.]
At last, the fire was large enough. I propped the spit against a forked stick, turning it as it cooked.
:Watch head, bondmate!: called Kree in warning.
I ducked my head to the side as Kree carefully winged to the perch.
:Treat?: he inquired, tilting his head almost upside down.
I gave him the entrails and head before returning to my own supper.
I ate the rabbit, watching the stars appear. [Wonder what I'll do next. Wandering alone was palatable for a while...but I'm starting to get lonely, even with Kree. In a way, he emphasizes it, since he's not even human...]
:Bondmate lonely?:
:A bit, featherhead.:
:Heads good. Inside-heads better.:
:Your head, Kree, your head!:
:My head wrong?: Kree tried to peer at his own head, resulting only in some fascinating head-positions.
:...nevermind. Nothing wrong with your head.:
Kree gave up trying to see his own head and went back to his treat.
[Maybe that notion I had of joining a merc Company isn't so farfetched. I mean, by myself I might not get in, but with birdbrain over there...he's a born fighter. Except that one little problem of arrows-but for a strike- and-run, he'd be perfect.]
:Think too much. Head will hurt.: admonished Kree.
I snorted.
Lapsing into silence, I stared at the sky, picking out constellations.
"Kree?"
:?:
"How would you like to be a fighter?"
:Fight? Fight humans?: Kree sounded a bit doubtful.
"Yes, humans. But the fighters I'm thinking of joining travel a lot, and we could see the world that way-but protected, instead of wandering on our own." I tried to phrase everything simply.
Kree thought for a bit, preening a wing.
:Yes. But when bored, we leave, right?:
"When bored, we leave. And I'll seal it with-" I reached over and scratched Kree's crest. He chirred and leaned his head into my hand.
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Awww...they're bonding good now!
Reviewerthanking! Blackberry pie for everybody!
Kierseth: I mailed you about that...have pie!
Vreader: Blackberry!
Cerulean Sky: You just won't give up on the Tayledras, will you? You'll just have to see! *is mysterious*
Kyalia: No, I mean prolonging the agony on whether she'd be Chosen or not...
Katsiebee: Have a nap.
Darkfyre: um...not Kree then. How about Scheherezade? (She scares gryphons into submission, shouldn't take her long...) Keeping track of fliers is bad. Krathnae is currently hiding. Uhum...here's a deer...it was SUPPOSED to be Krathnae's supper, but you can have it. He'll live.
~Fireblade K'Chona