Elide
Elide is content to listen to Aisha's recount of the Climb, ever always one to take an interest in someone's real-world experiences. They were valuable, after all, sometimes more valuable than anything you could learn from books. She tilts her head in Aisha's direction when there's an out-of-place pause, having enveloped her concentration in committing Aisha's words to memory and working on some sort of feedback in turn.
It's with a flurry of white feathers that their surroundings become sharper to Elide's vision, and she realizes it's caught Aisha's attention too. So she follows closely beside her friend, lifting her chin in agreement when help is offered. A small spark of amusement lightens her gaze as the elderly woman admits those damned birds always get the best of her. "They can be very smart when they want to be," Elide comments in agreement, and it's an easy nod of 'yes' when Aisha looks at her.
Before they go, however, Elide narrows her eyes thoughtfully and pulls Aisha aside, "This may be the most childish thing I've suggested in years, but... how about a little friendly competition?" She then notions toward the Ningos, a smile playing at her thin lips, "Whoever gets the most..." she begins to walk away, towards the ningos already, aiming for a head-start, "gets to choose our first hunt!"
Then she's off, giving way from her stoic stillness to the abandon of the game and her childhood memories, her hands stretching out to herd the little beasts together into her own flock.
It's with a flurry of white feathers that their surroundings become sharper to Elide's vision, and she realizes it's caught Aisha's attention too. So she follows closely beside her friend, lifting her chin in agreement when help is offered. A small spark of amusement lightens her gaze as the elderly woman admits those damned birds always get the best of her. "They can be very smart when they want to be," Elide comments in agreement, and it's an easy nod of 'yes' when Aisha looks at her.
Before they go, however, Elide narrows her eyes thoughtfully and pulls Aisha aside, "This may be the most childish thing I've suggested in years, but... how about a little friendly competition?" She then notions toward the Ningos, a smile playing at her thin lips, "Whoever gets the most..." she begins to walk away, towards the ningos already, aiming for a head-start, "gets to choose our first hunt!"
Then she's off, giving way from her stoic stillness to the abandon of the game and her childhood memories, her hands stretching out to herd the little beasts together into her own flock.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire
for something beyond the daily life
for something beyond the daily life
