Shall we dance and make merry?
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 11:30 pm
Rafael had an undeniable grin on his face as he fled from dogs and guards alike. Symbri seemed excited too. It reminded him of his carefree days back in Warrick, before his father had demanded him to be more serious and drop the tomfoolery. But how could he? This, the wind tossing his hair around, his heart drumming in his chest, this was what it meant to be alive.
Even as the footsteps of their momentary pursuers faded away, Rafael maintained his effort to keep ahead of Symbri. He would not let win, not under any circumstance. Fortunately he could tell she was still behind him, judging by the jingling of her bells.
He lost that advantage however when something whizzed past him. In reflex he slowed down while his eyes darted around, trying to pinpoint the odd, fluttering sound that had buzzed past left his ear.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. She, or it rather, resembled a wooden doll the size of a bird, but this was no bird. He hadn't ever seen a real one before, but he was fairly certain that the odd creature flitting near them was a Tunäwä.
A Tunäwä on the back of a flying squirrel no less. Today was crazy-day by the looks of it...
"It's no game!" he managed to say through his heavy breathing, and he left it at that. If the Tunäwä wanted to tag along, he wouldn't stop her. It hasn't yet ocurred to him that the little creature might know a good hiding place.
Unfortunately, Symbri was now ahead of him. Try though he might, he couldn't catch up to her, even as their destination came into view.
Desperate times called for drastic measures. Just before they passed an alleyway, Rafael reached for Symbri's hand and yanked her to the side and into the narrow street. His purpose was two-fold. First, to be rid of their pursuers, whatever they might be, and second, to avoid defeat under the guise of protecting them both from being caught.
Just in case Symbri had different plans, Rafael pushed her back into the nearest wall to keep her in place. If the Tunäwä was still around, he'd mition for her to come close too, before pressing his index finger to his lips to silence them both.
No sooner than they'd done so, a group of barking dogs ran along the main street in search of their prey, quickly followed by two sweating guardsmen. It wasn't until they'd passed completely that Rafael dared to breathe again. To his own surprise, he hadn't yet let go of Symbri's hand. Well, if she didn't mind, he actually rather liked the feeling of her fingers interlocked into his own...
"Do you have a place to go?" He asked, before turning to face the small Tunäwä on her trusty mount. "And what about you huh? What's your name?" He extended his pinky to the creature, in case she desired to shake it. "I'm Rafael. This here," he motioned his head towards Symbri, "is Ms. Klownstick."
Even as the footsteps of their momentary pursuers faded away, Rafael maintained his effort to keep ahead of Symbri. He would not let win, not under any circumstance. Fortunately he could tell she was still behind him, judging by the jingling of her bells.
He lost that advantage however when something whizzed past him. In reflex he slowed down while his eyes darted around, trying to pinpoint the odd, fluttering sound that had buzzed past left his ear.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. She, or it rather, resembled a wooden doll the size of a bird, but this was no bird. He hadn't ever seen a real one before, but he was fairly certain that the odd creature flitting near them was a Tunäwä.
A Tunäwä on the back of a flying squirrel no less. Today was crazy-day by the looks of it...
"It's no game!" he managed to say through his heavy breathing, and he left it at that. If the Tunäwä wanted to tag along, he wouldn't stop her. It hasn't yet ocurred to him that the little creature might know a good hiding place.
Unfortunately, Symbri was now ahead of him. Try though he might, he couldn't catch up to her, even as their destination came into view.
Desperate times called for drastic measures. Just before they passed an alleyway, Rafael reached for Symbri's hand and yanked her to the side and into the narrow street. His purpose was two-fold. First, to be rid of their pursuers, whatever they might be, and second, to avoid defeat under the guise of protecting them both from being caught.
Just in case Symbri had different plans, Rafael pushed her back into the nearest wall to keep her in place. If the Tunäwä was still around, he'd mition for her to come close too, before pressing his index finger to his lips to silence them both.
No sooner than they'd done so, a group of barking dogs ran along the main street in search of their prey, quickly followed by two sweating guardsmen. It wasn't until they'd passed completely that Rafael dared to breathe again. To his own surprise, he hadn't yet let go of Symbri's hand. Well, if she didn't mind, he actually rather liked the feeling of her fingers interlocked into his own...
"Do you have a place to go?" He asked, before turning to face the small Tunäwä on her trusty mount. "And what about you huh? What's your name?" He extended his pinky to the creature, in case she desired to shake it. "I'm Rafael. This here," he motioned his head towards Symbri, "is Ms. Klownstick."