Hawkflesh
"Please, don't help me!"
Rho had made a fair point. A shorter life meant that you could fall into committing to your mistakes, he could see the way of it but thought it to be counterproductive.
"I see. So it benefits you to choose carefully."
He thought of Petra and Blossom and felt that neither of them were choosing to be very careful but then again that was the nature of passions. Care was a thing of the mind and it had little sway on feelings. Hawkflesh saw something in the time he opened his eyes between rests, purely by coincidence he saw an echo of an expression, a memory of a twinge in Rhosyn's voice that betrayed something more to her.
Everyone had their pasts, even the short lived could go through more in their lives than some of the longest lived beings might in a lifetime. Briefly he considered asking about her, at why she had no family of her own or perhaps about her relationship with the boy.
That was it.
She had not mentioned Petra's father or mother or anyone. Hawkflesh concluded that the boy may be an orphan and perhaps Rhosyn was, in not so many words, his guardian.
"He is lucky to have you to watch out for him, Petra I mean."
Settling on that he decided not to pry. If Rhosyn thought to tell him she would. In truth it was not his business.
"Adventures?"
Slowly he leaned back and stretched out one leg, keeping the other up to anchor on the slope of the roof. The sky was gentle and red again in the glow of the current brightest moon. The belt arced above them at an angle cutting the night in half.
"I don't know if I would call them that. More like, nightmares sometimes."
A huff of a laugh left his lips as he folded his hands behind his head.
"But I'll share them. Tell you all about the South when I come back."
At Rho's last statement he grinned slightly.
"Oh yes, we are like cats that way. Always landing on our feet."
He was playing with her now, exaggerating the famous agility of his people before a more wicked idea came to him.
"Shall I show you?"
Not waiting for an answer he stood and casually waked to the ledge of the roof, balancing on his heels.
He was not yet drunk enough to fall but still the motion made his head dizzy as he turned about to look at Rhosyn before hopping off with a smile and, with a little help of his quick reflexes, managed to grip the edge of the wooden roof strut and dangle just out of view from one strained arm.
Hawkflesh looked down, it was farther than he remembered to the ground and his head was still dizzy.
*Oh dear, this is was a bad idea!*
@Rhosyn Firth
"I see. So it benefits you to choose carefully."
He thought of Petra and Blossom and felt that neither of them were choosing to be very careful but then again that was the nature of passions. Care was a thing of the mind and it had little sway on feelings. Hawkflesh saw something in the time he opened his eyes between rests, purely by coincidence he saw an echo of an expression, a memory of a twinge in Rhosyn's voice that betrayed something more to her.
Everyone had their pasts, even the short lived could go through more in their lives than some of the longest lived beings might in a lifetime. Briefly he considered asking about her, at why she had no family of her own or perhaps about her relationship with the boy.
That was it.
She had not mentioned Petra's father or mother or anyone. Hawkflesh concluded that the boy may be an orphan and perhaps Rhosyn was, in not so many words, his guardian.
"He is lucky to have you to watch out for him, Petra I mean."
Settling on that he decided not to pry. If Rhosyn thought to tell him she would. In truth it was not his business.
"Adventures?"
Slowly he leaned back and stretched out one leg, keeping the other up to anchor on the slope of the roof. The sky was gentle and red again in the glow of the current brightest moon. The belt arced above them at an angle cutting the night in half.
"I don't know if I would call them that. More like, nightmares sometimes."
A huff of a laugh left his lips as he folded his hands behind his head.
"But I'll share them. Tell you all about the South when I come back."
At Rho's last statement he grinned slightly.
"Oh yes, we are like cats that way. Always landing on our feet."
He was playing with her now, exaggerating the famous agility of his people before a more wicked idea came to him.
"Shall I show you?"
Not waiting for an answer he stood and casually waked to the ledge of the roof, balancing on his heels.
He was not yet drunk enough to fall but still the motion made his head dizzy as he turned about to look at Rhosyn before hopping off with a smile and, with a little help of his quick reflexes, managed to grip the edge of the wooden roof strut and dangle just out of view from one strained arm.
Hawkflesh looked down, it was farther than he remembered to the ground and his head was still dizzy.
*Oh dear, this is was a bad idea!*
@Rhosyn Firth