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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 20:06:52 GMT -6
She settled her coveted coins back into her pouch, and patted it shut carefully. She looked back up at him again. "No. No coin." She agreed, understanding. She was sure that he wouldn't be interested, her cousin was a shalaya after all, and she wasn't even remotely interested in such things. She watched him with curious as he rolled over and scratched an itch. He had many wings, right? Citrouille saw the wings. She never really noticed the wings that her cousin had, but there were so many! She self-consciously looked at her back. No wings, no flying. "Words... See? Feel.... Words." She seemed to think, repeating his words, but it was obviously with more thought than someone simply repeating someone else. "Words." She nodded. "Things?" Then she pointed at a pumpkin. "Thing." She said, knowingly. "Feel? No feel? Feel words?" She was trying to figure out what this meant, exactly. She was very curious, but seemed to be having fun.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 20:23:21 GMT -6
"Pumpkin," Aron told her when she pointed at the pumpkin, "That's a pumpkin, Citrouille." Ugh, he was using her name now? He sighed again and shook his head, maybe he was starting to get attached, that would never do. Glancing up at the sky, he thought about taking off and leaving her behind, her and her.... lack of wings... Aron shook his own a little and preened for a moment before shaking his head again, "I mean what you feel like when you see something. Happy, sad, upset, mad, exhausted?" He frowned a little and then chewed on a claw for a bit, trying to figure out how to explain it to her, but getting a little frustrated at the same time. This whole teaching thing was pretty hard, harder than he thought it was going to be. Of course, he was pretty darn smart for a Draconic, but that didn't mean things couldn't be hard still.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 20:28:45 GMT -6
Citrouille nodded, tapping one with a claw. "Pumpkin! Pumpkin." She said. Then, she grabbed the pumpkin, and pulled it close to her chest before rolling over on her back. "Pumpkin, Aron." She said, excitedly. She wasn't dumb, but she was happy at the little it of progress that had been made so far. "Feel. Happy. Happy." The first time she said happy, it was a repetition. The second time, she said it with conviction. "Happy." She pointed to herself. "Coin!" Then she thought for a moment, head tilted while she sat upside down, legs in the air and her front legs around the pumpkin. "Exhausted? Aron? Exhausted?" She asked. "Sad... Mad... Yes." Then she clarified. "Happy. Sad. Mad. Yes. Exhausted? No." She said, trying to convey that she didn't understand the last meaning at all. She was pretty much covered in vines, but didn't seem worried about it. She was big enough for it not to hold her down if she didn't want it to.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 20:34:09 GMT -6
He chuckled at her antics, she was pretty cute when it came to things like that. Wait, what was he thinking? Frowning at himself, he shook his head, "Exhausted... Tired. Sorry, big word I guess." But... He perked up, "You're sad and mad? About what?" Maybe it was whatever was chasing her, that had to be something he figured, and he glanced at the pouch with the coins, wondering if that was the point of it, the part that it came from. Maybe she was sad she was taking things? That couldn't be it if she kept doing it, he figured. No, she was happy about the coins, that was the truth, and he chuckled again as he watched her. Maybe it was for the best they had met, at least she knew a few more words and all that. "What else do you want to know? Point and I'll tell you, okay?" Aron offered with a smile.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 20:38:25 GMT -6
Oh? She thought as he frowned, and shook his head. Did she say something wrong? She was perhaps in some ways quite too smart for her own good, and though she was smart enough to tell what he meant generally, she hadn't noticed his expressions before that. "Tired. Yes." She said, noting that she understood that. She was slowly improving, ever so slowly, but it would eventually melt into understanding. Smarter than the average human, for sure. "No no Mad... Hmm... No? Know? Know Mad." She said, nodding. "Knew mad." She corrected. "Knew mad. Knew sad. Exhausted, tired. Not Knew." She clarified, the best she could. She was learning quickly; she'd probably pick it up with speed, as long as time kept being spent on it. She stood up, at that, vines snapping around her as she rolled over, and then placed the pumpkin down on the ground. For once, she stepped up to him, looking down at him. "This? Thing." She pointed to his wings. "Thing."
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 20:51:01 GMT -6
Aron was small, all of his kind were small, but never had he really thought about it until she came over and looked down at him in order to ask about his wings. He glanced back at them and fluttered them a little before nodding and turning his head back toward her, "Wing, more than one is wings. I use them to fly. Do you have family who flies?" It was at least getting more interesting to converse with her, and if he could teach her how to talk, maybe things would work out. Wait what? Aron frowned at himself and shook his head, wondering what was going on in his head. Sure he had a family, but not blood related in the cavern, maybe he was lonely? The next smartest was the other Shalaya, or so he thought, well, and the Makiyan who was her brother. They weren't that interesting to him though, he didn't know what was wrong with him.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 20:55:13 GMT -6
She was quite large; even larger than a normal makiyan. About the size of a lashak, belying some of her ancestry perhaps, but that wasn't the slightest of the things in her blood. She had a long mixed lineage, that was for sure. "Wing. Wings. sss..." She tested out. "More... Than one. Wings." Then she looked at all of them. "One? Fly... Family... Mom? Mom wing... Wings." It took her a moment. "Yes. Mom wings." She decided. "Mom no fly. Pops Fly? Pops wings." She said. "Cousin. Cousin wings. Cousin... You? You?" She points at him. "Aron. What Aron?" She was trying to learn, trying to learn so hard. She really was putting in the work for someone as smart as a smart human, but it probably helped that she had common in her Clan. Common from her father, from her pops, and from the fuzzy one that pops had bonded to. She was picking it up a little better, to try to communicate with this cute male.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 20:59:11 GMT -6
Another little chuckle, she was trying hard, and it was intriguing to wonder if it would be alright to meet her here some nights to go over speech and it's intricacies. He now thought she was smarter than when he first met her, and she was pretty to boot! That wasn't bad, at least he thought that for the moment, and he wondered... No, that was stupid. "I fly, Citrouille, you run," he told her with a smile on his face. It made him look better than when he sneered, definitely, and he wondered if he should do that more often or something. Nah, just on rare occasions, he figured, that wouldn't matter too much at the moment. Maybe all he needed to do was to be around someone else for awhile, that might not be such a bad idea, he figured. Maybe now he just needed to figure out what to do with himself...
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 21:02:49 GMT -6
The sad thing was; Citrouille knew a LOT about science. Her father was very well learned, and though she had been too shy to try with her speaking, she understood what he was explaining to her very well whenever he was explaining some of the things to her. She really wanted to be able to explain those things to others, and well, explain them to someone that would care? This male was... Intriguing. She spent a lot of time finding ways to trick draconics out of their coin, and the males were perhaps the easiest to do so with, but she was surprised that she found this one more interesting than anything else. "Fly. I? Oh, Aron I." She was picking apart the sentence structure, trying to figure it out. She pointed to herself. "I." Then she pointed to him. "You." She had guessed by some patterns in the syntax. "Aron. You fly. Citrouille. I run." At that, she nearly bounced, excitedly.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2019 21:11:46 GMT -6
"Yeah, I fly, you run, exactly right!" Aron told her happily, smiling at her a little bit with his teeth flashing. He didn't do that too often, but that was alright. He slowly reached out to pat her claws a little with his, "You've done well so far, Citrouille. Keep practicing and maybe we'll see each other again." Again, he smiled and wished he could stay with her, but... something called to him and he didn't know what it was. Was it the future? He stared at her for a moment and then yanked his claws back as though she burned him. The future was... different, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Maybe if he ran away it would change things, but he was intrigued enough to stick around for a little while, to see if she even wanted him around. He could see a lot of things, but... other people's minds? That wasn't part of it.
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Post by Renathan on Nov 8, 2019 21:16:52 GMT -6
She saw his teeth flashed, and hers flashed as well! Her tail shook back and forth excitedly as she looked at him with her own grin. Then she heard him. Oh, that sounded like a goodbye. Like he planned on leaving. Oh, that made sense... But she thought that she had finally made a friend? She went from happy, to worried immediately. "Aron? Aron go? Aron." She reached out for him, and then understood. "Aron. See again. See again Aron?" She practically begged. "Here. Pumpkins. See again?" She looked worried. "Aron?" She probably didn't completely understand it yet, but she liked him. Really liked him in fact! She hoped they would see together again. "Teach. I learn!" She said, unable to really get what she was trying to tell him more with her heart than with her mouth. She hoped he would say yes. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he would acquiesce?
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