Ipomoea sat under the shade of a broad-leafed tree, his forelegs propping him up as he knelt on his haunches. His mottled ears were cocked in concentration, listening to the birdsong chattering up above him in the interlocked branches. The wild avians were taking turns, and his own companion had promptly joined in, twittering a brief set of notes to join to their’s. One bird would sing, and the others, one by one, would repeat the same set, but each made different, like a fantastic game of “he said, she said” played so innocently amongst the wild creatures in song. It was beautiful and had snared the painted boy’s attention, drawing him to listen and his companion to join in.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat and listened to the birds sing, quite content to sit out of the way of the hustle and bustle of his Court. One by one the birds began to dwindle in number, flying off solo or in pairs, occasionally in groups upwards of three. Some would return, or new ones took their place, but with a ruffle of his feathers Alorus floated back down to the equine perch he had claimed, bidding his farewell. Obediently, Ipomoea shook the tension from his spine and rose to his legs, happy songs filling his mind and mellowing his heart into a steady beat. A swish of his cropped, midnight hued tail and they were off, headed back to the rush of the city.
Ipomoea was certainly not shy in the crowds; every man, woman, or child he passed, he made a point of to look at, to smile and nod in greeting even if few or no words were exchanged. He paused for the water-bearers, allowed others to cross before him, picked up a fallen book for a rushing young boy who smiled and thanked him and continued on his way. He was in no rush; the day was young and filled with flowers and birds, and Po planned to enjoy it.
He seemed not to be the only one. Someone stood, not quite in the Court but not quite out of it, sticking out to Po as a sore thumb amidst all the movement he defied. There was no hesitation, no last minute thinking; his course was simply altered, a detour he was all too happy to make.
“Hello!” he called out, voice raised to be heard above the many voices surrounding him. He smiled as he drew near, head held high and jovially as he came hear to the bejeweled stranger. “It’s beautiful, is it not?” gesturing to the Court, to the diversity and life found within its walls.
@reichenbach @kasil
short n sweet greeting, po doesn't want to assume he isn't from dawn hehe
“I’m here!”
He wasn’t sure how long he sat and listened to the birds sing, quite content to sit out of the way of the hustle and bustle of his Court. One by one the birds began to dwindle in number, flying off solo or in pairs, occasionally in groups upwards of three. Some would return, or new ones took their place, but with a ruffle of his feathers Alorus floated back down to the equine perch he had claimed, bidding his farewell. Obediently, Ipomoea shook the tension from his spine and rose to his legs, happy songs filling his mind and mellowing his heart into a steady beat. A swish of his cropped, midnight hued tail and they were off, headed back to the rush of the city.
Ipomoea was certainly not shy in the crowds; every man, woman, or child he passed, he made a point of to look at, to smile and nod in greeting even if few or no words were exchanged. He paused for the water-bearers, allowed others to cross before him, picked up a fallen book for a rushing young boy who smiled and thanked him and continued on his way. He was in no rush; the day was young and filled with flowers and birds, and Po planned to enjoy it.
He seemed not to be the only one. Someone stood, not quite in the Court but not quite out of it, sticking out to Po as a sore thumb amidst all the movement he defied. There was no hesitation, no last minute thinking; his course was simply altered, a detour he was all too happy to make.
“Hello!” he called out, voice raised to be heard above the many voices surrounding him. He smiled as he drew near, head held high and jovially as he came hear to the bejeweled stranger. “It’s beautiful, is it not?” gesturing to the Court, to the diversity and life found within its walls.
@reichenbach @kasil
short n sweet greeting, po doesn't want to assume he isn't from dawn hehe
“I’m here!”
manip by rhiann
