Alouette was also looking at the other draconic, quite slyly, herself. Though she had been moody just a little bit ago, already her mood was improving. She had been an adult for a long time now, and she was a clever individual. She was starting to understand that she was lonely, and why she was lonely, and well, making her own family couldn't hurt, right? This may not be the male to fall for her, but she could get some practice in here, meet a nice male at some point (though, this one was pretty nice... from what she could tell) but right now, she didn't need to worry too much. It wasn't hard for her to make the decision; she wasn't having to worry about the sorts of things 'higher thinking' draconics would have to worry about. Her father was much more miserable most of the time than she was, she was sure, due to that. "Oh, art?" She heard the word painting and shuddered.
Alouette shook, and then scrunched up her nose, looking at the male much more closely this time. "Paintings... Niece. Niece paint." She said, in draconic. She understood that word because of her half-sister's daughter. "No." She said, in common, but pulled out one of his papers anyway. A nice picture of a makiyan lady, elderly, standing in a pool of water. She appraised it, and then pointed to it at him. "Mother? Mother?" She repeated once, in common, and then once, in draconic. She looked up at him. "You? You Mother?" She tried, really hard. It was all she could muster out. She gently slipped the paper, back in the bag. Then she immediately pulled out another, delicately. It was a red lashak male, flying from overhead in the image. She scrunched up her nose again. "Mother. My Mother. Male though?" She said, concernedly. "Not like father... Father ... Like me?" She tried out. Then she gently slipped that into the bag again, and kept digging a bit.
Bowser found himself more amused than disturbed at the female being so close to him, digging about in his bag. Normally, he'd never allow this, but she wasn't judgmental. No, she was nice, alongside him. She smelled nice, too, but he knew logically what that was. He was male, she was female, and apparently that was a normal thing whenever someone liked someone else. However, he'd not really noticed himself feeling this before. He was stumped, for a little while. "I like to paint, what do you like to do?" He asked, automatically in common, before remembering she probably wouldn't understand it. "Me." He pointed to himself. "Bowser. Paint." He knew those words, at least, in draconic. Made it a lot easier to trade for paints, it did. "You? Name? What do?" He pointed to her, and then to himself again. "Bowser." He wasn't meaning to insult her, but he really had a hard time with draconic himself.
At that, he listened to her, and watched as she pulls out his precious sketches, smeared with watered down paint, and began showing them to him. "Your niece paints?" He suddenly finds himself wondering if she had any kids herself. He translates that in his head more slowly than he would like to admit. "Mother... Oh No- No, that's not my mother." He says, shaking his head. "No. Mother." He said, in draconic. "Not no mother... Not Know mother." He said in draconic, and then remembered suddenly and corrected himself. "Rookery." He said, to try to explain why, while pointing at himself. Then there she was, with the russet lashak painting. "Oh, your mother was a lashak. I understand." That made sense, maybe she never learned common formally? That made sense, but who was her father, if she was this close to knowing a few common words? "Your father is like you, huh?" He mumbled, wondering what she meant by that.
She looked at him, curiously. His purple hide was quite pretty, pale blue maybe now that she could see, and his paws were pale pink. "You? Bowser. Bowser, Hi." She said, bumping her shoulder into his. "Me? Alouette." She said, pointing to herself. "Alouette... Sing? Like sing. No painting." She said, conversationally but with difficulty. Just as difficult as he was having with his draconic was her with the common. However, they were managing. Just because she learned artificial things a little slower, didn't mean she was dumb. "Alouette sing... Yes." She said, and then she stepped back a bit on her haunches to look at him a little better now that she has looked through his bag to only find painting things. "Hear sing? Want hear sing? Bowser?" She said, using his name now that she knew it. She hoped someone would find her interests, well, interesting for once.
At this, she listened to him as well the best she could, puzzling through his poor draconic. "Niece. Sister-daughter. Not Daughter... No sons... Very lonely." She said, struggling through the words. "Sister daughter paints. No likes sing." She suddenly rants a bit. "Dad no likes sing, mom gone. Sister no likes sing. Sister-daughter, niece no likes sing. No likes sing. But Alouette sing... Clan... Clan smart." She frowned, frustratedly. Then she looked into Bowser's eyes, defiantly. "You? Bowser? Bowser smart? Common." She noted. "Bowser no likes sing?" She says, sadly questioning. "Not Mother, Bowser? Rookery Bowser. Ah." She said, nodding, understanding. "Not father, Bowser?" She asks. That was sad, even she had a father, and knew of her mother. "Father like... Looks like me? Yes." She nodded. "Bowser, you lonely?" She asked. She'd been swapping in and out of common for a bit, a word she knew here, mostly draconic though.
Bowser struggled to keep up, but he felt quite calm about the entire thing. He felt more calm now than he had in a long time. He didn't really have to worry about Alouette judging him, did he? That was... That was nice. She was kindly, if a little older than him. Not too badly he thought. He watched over her pretty orange scales. "Alouette." He breathed out. Her name was pretty. He could hear her voice in it; could tell that she was a singer. "Hi Alouette." It was maybe at this moment that he realized two things; one was that he wanted to be around her more, see her again... Maybe she was what he was looking for? The next was that it was getting dark. He normally didn't stay out this late, but... He really enjoyed being here. "You're a singer, then." He said, learning.
Then, she started speaking super rapid-fire, and he wasn't sure exactly if he would be able to hold on enough to understand what she was meaning. Sister, daughter, no- sister-daughter, niece. So sister, niece, and father. Oh, her family, her clan! Sounds like she had a pretty big clan, huh? He smiled, feeling a little light-headed since he was still so close to her. Perhaps they could start a friendship, and see where this went from there? "I like hearing songs, but I can't sing." He said, in common. He pointed to himself. "No sing. Then he pointed to her. "You sing. Bowser Like?" He said. "Want Alouette sing." He said, trying to speak in draconic the best he could. He wasn't very good at it, but he was a quick study, like most draconics of his witt. "You are lonely, you don't have any children..." He said, thinking. That, that was like him. "I no sons, no daughters." He said. "Yes, lonely." He said feeling his heartbeat quicken.
Alouette looked super excited, suddenly! "Oh, oh!" She just about danced, perhaps showing a bit of her ancestry there. Unknowingly to her, her grandmother would probably be quite proud of that. "Sing, Alouette sing! Come, come." She said. Suddenly Alouette wasn't too worried about having a hard time communicating anymore. She moved away from the male, and towards her little nook with the good acoustics. She wanted him to hear her sing in the best place possible. "Bowser, come. Come, Alouette Sing!" She said, just about leaping for joy. At least today was going better than she expected. She made her way down the rocks, and to her little nook that actually wasn't too far away with much more happiness than she had before. "Here." She said. "In." She said, stepping down into the nook, which was big enough for both of them, but they'd be close.
Bowser was not normally one for niceties. He tried to be polite when he wanted/needed something, but was usually pretty prickly himself. However, he was often not one to do things that he didn't plan in advance either, but well, he was hooked from first look. He followed Alouette while trying not to glance over her rear (that's rude, isn't it?) too much, and then was a little doubtful whenever she dipped into a small nook. He stepped in behind her anyway, and then looked around. Wow, it was echoey in here! "You gonna sing, Alouette?" He managed, using all of what he knew in draconic having learned that day.
He would listen to her sing all night. After that he'd ask her if she wanted to hang out a few more times over the next week. After that they were nearly inseparable. The clutch would come undoubtedly several months later- and both were much happier.
Alouette was pleased when Bowser followed her in, and was quite excited to see how eager he looked to see her sing. She bounced, and then calmed down, and sang. And boy, did she sing. She sang, and sang, for hours. She wound up looking at his paintings more, and she felt something other than jealousy when she looked at them. She was always mad at her father, jealous at her sister over her niece, and upset with being lonely and feeling unwanted. However, with Bowser, she could really appreciate how he caught not the life-like aspects of the draconics he drew, but the soul of them, the feeling of them. She looked at a particular, lonely drawing of his- the only one with a hatchling in it, and watched the way he caught the innocence of the hatchling (looked a lot like him- wait, it WAS Bowser!) painted in sad pastel hues; all alone but painting with finger-paints. "That's Bowser!" She said!
- She had to go home in the early morning hours, but kept her eye out for him whenever she could. They went on many little dates over the next few months, and she treasured all of the time she had with him. Whenever she had a nest finally with him, she had forgotten that she originally wanted kids because her sister had them, and instead wanted them because she wanted a family with the draconic she fell for.
Riku: Oh how perfect! I woke up wanting to post (unexpected, but yay) and saw I had a reply. <3 Meant to be.
May 26, 2020 6:40:43 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I really, really love all the updates that have come~! <3
May 24, 2020 2:12:37 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: np!!! I hope y'all like it!
May 23, 2020 13:45:06 GMT -6
Riku: What an awesome update, staff! Thanks for that! <3
May 23, 2020 12:06:52 GMT -6
Jack: All have been found!
May 23, 2020 9:53:27 GMT -6
Jack: Might want to be on the lookout for anything... odd
May 22, 2020 23:51:22 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Yeah it’s definitely a coincidence but wow did it work out well for us! XD
May 22, 2020 6:43:27 GMT -6
Silver: I'm pretty sure that was just a coincidence, but it sure feels lucky!
May 22, 2020 2:07:09 GMT -6
Riku: So did you guys make this hosting switch perfectly RIGHT before pb broke? >.< Thaz crazy. It’s a huge relief and I’m very glad we’ve come to this. <3
May 22, 2020 1:41:01 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: It’s free up to a certain number of GB, which we haven’t hit yet.
May 21, 2020 6:46:33 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Is the site that is going to be used to host all those images also the type you'd need to pay for? (definitely noticed the broken images yeah. Photobucket feels like it is standing on its last legs. X3 )
May 21, 2020 0:13:57 GMT -6
Morgan: I'm just kinda nervous about them going down before things get moved over completely. It's prolly nothing to be worried about though. :3
May 20, 2020 22:13:15 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: Thank goodness we're moving out of there? XD
May 20, 2020 21:59:22 GMT -6
Renathan: Ugh, photobucket has the images broke again. x3
May 20, 2020 21:18:53 GMT -6