1. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    “A lot of hummingbirds get named after those who find them,” Lou mused, considering the options given. She liked them all, though flesh-eating was lower on the list. A hummingbird sticking its beak into the soft, rotting flesh of a corpse was not as idyllic as a hummingbird sticking its beak...
  2. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    Shredded trout flesh was thrown towards the animals so greasy hands could take hold of the verdant green cloth. Lou had a grateful smile, eyes glittering at Hector’s kindness to lend her something so beautiful just for her to sully it. Absently, she considered how the cloth got such a deep hue...
  3. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    A sheepish twitch of Lou's lips soon turned to a childish pout. That's how it had started initially, leaving the fish for them in places they frequented. There was a sort of innocent glee to scamper off to a hiding place and wait for the cats to find her meager offerings. That was the chivalrous...
  4. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    If Lou's legs weren't as strong as they were, the small fright she got not once but twice might have set her crashing on her behind. Luckily, she only squeaked while her knees shook between flight or fight. The trout skin was slimy and warm on her fingers, and the small squire looked towards...
  5. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    Roses bloomed on Lou's cheeks; she had meant it as an observation. She felt silly for being wrong. Syr Cydonia was a sun elf, wasn't she? Lou liked the idea that there were others like her village, separate but united in their connection to the world, the forests, the creatures, big and small...
  6. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    If one were to ask Lou if she were a cat or a dog person, she'd have said both. If they were to ask instead if she were a cat or a bird person, Alouette would have chosen a bird. Yet, if asked whether she liked fish or cats better, then little Lou would have quickly said 'cat.' It was a strange...
  7. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    The South. Lou's brows knitted together. She had never been south, but had seen pictures of birds from other lands in the library. She couldn't quite remember them, though Syr Cydonia had brought a few exceptionally bright and colorful sketches to mind. Her lips pursed, not from concentration...
  8. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Hope is the Thing with Feathers

    "Suppose I say 'summer,' write the word 'hummingbird,' put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open my letter you will recall those days and how much, just how much, I love you." -Raymond Carver "Hummingbird" [This thread will take place over 7 days, with each day...
  9. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    She took the book, gently holding onto the binding and inspecting the front and sides before opening it to a random page. Her interest had peaked with the mention of possible lewd drawings, and she was curious as to how she would even go about drawing such intimacy. Lou wasn't sure she could...
  10. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    Dark brown brows lifted up into her messy bangs that never knew if they wanted to be straight, left, right or frizzy. For a quick moment, Alouette assessed Arbok, studying her face and then looking at the book she protected so seriously with her strong arms. Lou truly couldn’t read, so though...
  11. Alouette D’aureville

    Open Library times (Squire tales)

    "You'll find the books more your speed over there," Squire Ulrika said, pointing to a back corner. They're labeled by reading level, so stick to the three and under." The tall girl with strawberry blonde hair genially patted Alouette's shoulder. "I'll be over there," she pointed at a section...
  12. Alouette D’aureville

    Alouette D’aureville

    “I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest...
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