( it’s a quiet yet comfortable trek together to the lake. this sort of casual, easy companionship… it’s not something getian has felt in centuries. it’s one thing to get along well enough to spend time with someone, but it’s another to feel comfortable in the lapses and silences of the quieter, more mundane parts of life. he had shared such an experience with different members of his own kin, a very long time ago, but memories of those times have long since faded into the warm glow of distant nostalgia. humans, seemingly by a default nature of theirs, tend to be louder, more energetic, and more communal than the Miemeng birds had been. quincy feels different. he similarly enjoys the solitude that can be found in the bastion of nature. they are kindred souls in that, and in many other things.
getian settles on a small formation of rocks, folding his wings and wordlessly watching quincy as he works. he has always been fascinated by humans’ ingenuity. a knife may seem a simple tool, but, considering they do not have sharp fangs or keen talons, it’s a necessary one for them to do things that many beasts of the wild could do unaided. he might even be more skillful with it than getian might have been, if he tried flensing the fur and skin away from the creatures himself with his claws. they are not so deft and dexterous as human hands are; he likely would have torn it to pieces on accident. when hard at work crafting something, he tended to rely on his telekinesis more than his actual limbs.
he supposes it makes sense that the little creature was fattier rather than lean and gamey. it did seem as though they were risen as livestock somewhere, before being released here. )
They should make for an unctuous stew, then.
( as he replies, he is already looking at the bones. most are too small to be used as instruments or wands, to be certain, but it’s not as though they aren’t useful. )
Mm. They are beautiful, aren’t they? All bones are, I believe. Strong, yet elegant. Theirs is an important role and function—they provide us support and structure, both physically and spiritually.
( he wonders what he could make for quincy that might begin to repay him for the gift he currently wears. the bones may be small, but there are many things they could be used for. a sewing needle, perhaps, or something else useful, like… buttons, or chopsticks? hm, there aren’t very many large enough that could be used for chopsticks… a pendant or carving, then? )
Their markings are less pronounced for animals, but our fates make themselves known in them, for all living creatures.
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( it’s a quiet yet comfortable trek together to the lake. this sort of casual, easy companionship… it’s not something getian has felt in centuries. it’s one thing to get along well enough to spend time with someone, but it’s another to feel comfortable in the lapses and silences of the quieter, more mundane parts of life. he had shared such an experience with different members of his own kin, a very long time ago, but memories of those times have long since faded into the warm glow of distant nostalgia. humans, seemingly by a default nature of theirs, tend to be louder, more energetic, and more communal than the Miemeng birds had been. quincy feels different. he similarly enjoys the solitude that can be found in the bastion of nature. they are kindred souls in that, and in many other things.
getian settles on a small formation of rocks, folding his wings and wordlessly watching quincy as he works. he has always been fascinated by humans’ ingenuity. a knife may seem a simple tool, but, considering they do not have sharp fangs or keen talons, it’s a necessary one for them to do things that many beasts of the wild could do unaided. he might even be more skillful with it than getian might have been, if he tried flensing the fur and skin away from the creatures himself with his claws. they are not so deft and dexterous as human hands are; he likely would have torn it to pieces on accident. when hard at work crafting something, he tended to rely on his telekinesis more than his actual limbs.
he supposes it makes sense that the little creature was fattier rather than lean and gamey. it did seem as though they were risen as livestock somewhere, before being released here. )
They should make for an unctuous stew, then.
( as he replies, he is already looking at the bones. most are too small to be used as instruments or wands, to be certain, but it’s not as though they aren’t useful. )
Mm. They are beautiful, aren’t they? All bones are, I believe. Strong, yet elegant. Theirs is an important role and function—they provide us support and structure, both physically and spiritually.
( he wonders what he could make for quincy that might begin to repay him for the gift he currently wears. the bones may be small, but there are many things they could be used for. a sewing needle, perhaps, or something else useful, like… buttons, or chopsticks? hm, there aren’t very many large enough that could be used for chopsticks… a pendant or carving, then? )
Their markings are less pronounced for animals, but our fates make themselves known in them, for all living creatures.