Post by Thea Shamblestone on Jul 10, 2009 13:10:31 GMT -5
Crookie
Ava Tinuviel
Connor Caysis
Location: Camelot Reborn
Time: Mid-Afternoon
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have have distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to collect signatures. Think of it as a test flying. His master wanted to see exactly how far poor old Crookie could fly before becoming immensly exausted. This would allow her to determin how far she could expand her business and how long each venture would take.
The parchment was to provide those details, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed;
To Whom It May Concern.
We at Tranquility attempting to see how far Crookie here can travel and how long it takes him to complete his journey. If you could please scribe your location and the date in which he has arrived, and then politely return this Parchment to Crookie, it would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Wings of the Messenger.
HRT, Tranquility.
Alright. So now you know three key points.
The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie.
He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility.
His landing is a little... Off.
What will you do? Do you sign the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
-She looked out the glass, bubbled and giving her a slightly wavery view on the world, and she squinted..a hawk, crash, bumble, twist and flap...landing in the back field. How unusual...or not. Eleor had such a hawk as that, and her heart had sort of frozen mid beat, as she hurried from the small white slate roof cottage, to the herb patch. There, in the patch of amalfian lavender and sage, the hawk stood, crushed grass and herbage scenting it, the air, and everything around with the smells of verdant spice. The elf knelt down, to examine the dizzy looking creature. It was not afraid, and as it was, she was very used to hawks and other..creatures of prey. She gently stroked the feathered head, and her fingers retrieved the note. This animal was not Pethin..that she had known immediately..it was lighter in it's plumage colors, and slightly heavy in build.-Ah, so you are on a mission is it, for your Mistress or Master? Im not sure if you comprehend common tongue, but stay, and I'll sign and date this missive...-She stood, and made her way through the herbs, to the house.-
He tilted his head first right then left as the woman started talking to him. He didn't exactly have the ability to talk back to her, so instead he released the parchment from his talons when she reached for it.
However, the moment she started to walk away, Crookie began hopping after her, a glint in his eyes.
Hey there, you bitty woman! Get back here with my toy! Mine mine mine!
Hop hop hop, right along her feet. There was no way he had just flown all this way to watch some lass bound off with his parchment! A bird of prey, aye... And right now, that woman had his ticket for a meal.
-He was hounding her, harrassing her hemline and flapping and fluttering all over. She chuckled, and let him in the house.-
-Once inside, she bent over the small writing desk in the main room as he fluttered about and fussed, and she spread the parchment out. She found the inkwell and a book as handy weights for holding it unrolled, and following the directions, she wrote in neat, orderly writing, the information.-
Thy bird did arrive at noontide on this, the tenth of July, upon the Farm of the Duke D'Aeren on the outskirts of Camelot Town. Signed, Ava Tinuviel, Healer, The Circle of the Leaf.
-She sprinkle sand on the note, to blot it dry, then tapped the sand back into a vial upon the desk. She rolled the missive, and sighed. Writing was nae so easy with a hyperactive seventeen pound bird flouncing around..-
Oh, she had that one right. Hyperactive was the only way Crookie knew how to be. And a new home, with new toys and new shinys lying everywhere he looked? Why, he was in paradise!
Right now, he lost all interest in the parchment which he was initially waiting for. Instead, he found himself peckling away at a stray shilling he found sitting right there on that handy desk of hers. Snip, roll, hop hop. Snip, roll, hop hop. Oh what fun!
His head tilted back around to look at her, the sound of the shaking parchment distracting him, if only momentarily. She wasn't ripping it, so that was all he needed to know, before turning attentively back to the shiny.
-She chuckled at the bird. A bit pudgy, but he was also pretty, the feathers sleek and well tended. He was obviously cared for. And he was obviously a little manic over the shilling. She took the coin, and just to blow the birds mind a bit, she set it on the desk, and spun the coin, so it danced and flashed and twirled between her hand, and the plump hawk. A game of sorts, to see what he made of the spinning coin.-
-Her cornflower blue eyes flashed merrily..she had missed dear old Pethin. In the end, he was a joy, though initially he'd scared her.-
Whoah. Round and round and round, the coin went. Round and round and round went poor crookies head, as he attempted to keep the close view on it, his talons dancing over the desk, undoubtedly leaving a few unwanted scratches in the wood. Round and round and ro.. Oye veh.
He shook his head, thinking for a minute there his eyes would keep rolling. Then, carefully, he reached out and snapped up the shilling just as it finished it's final circle before it had the chance to fall back to the desk. He let out a two to three second hoarse, rasping scream, described as kree-eee-ar call which sounded awfully similar to a steam whistle. And then a quieter croaking "guh-runk" in delight.
His featheres ruffled and he tilted his head so that his left eye was watching the woman square on as if challanging, no daring her to take the shilling from his beak.
-His quick catch earned him a soft smattering of applause from the healer, who had all but forgot her original task and job. But glancing over to the kitchen area, really just a room adjacent to this one, she saw the bowl of dough and the other of the spiced apples, brought her back to reality. She did not challenge the hawk for the tuppence, but instead went to wash her hands in soap and lukewarm water at the basin. Drying them on her apron, she resumed her task, making pie. Well. Pies. She had been so intent on getting the apples in from the small orchard, she'd picked a lot. Make that a very lot. She did hope Connor liked apple pie. He was gonna be eating a lot of it.-
-Six, to be exact. She had rolled the dough for each, and was laying them in the pie tins as the bird mouthed it's prize, it's scroll on the desk still-
=It wasn't sleep that he needed, but rather to dream. There was a vat difference in the too. One simply only provided the rest he body needed once in a while, and the other the actual energy that his body used to keep alive. An feeding of sort, dreams being an emotional buffet.
Rested and restored he turned over to find the note Ava had left for him. Grinning, he tucked it in his pocket, dressed, and set about about finding her. Not so very hard when he was bound to her as he was. He could find her anywheres. Faster if she called him to come to her. He planned on taking his time. Stopping in to see the care taker, to ask about making them an evening meal. He planned on staying with here with her for at least the night.
He was side tracked as he stepped into the kitchen..finding Ava herself busy making pies.. and a bird of some kind watching her.=
He had gotten a wee bit excited when she approached food. Oh yes, not the kind one actually had to hunt and kill to eat. As good as that was, these weird circular things did smell awfully delicious.
And he was perfectly content to stay and wait patiently for his own piece of that pie there, whether by her hand or sneaking a bite when she wasn't looking, if not for the sound of approaching footsteps.
When a man entered looking... Well, let us just say a little wild with that bedhair of his, Crookie instantly took a few stumbling steps backwards. He wasn't know for his graceful moments, afterall.
Keeping his eye's on the man, Crookie continued his rapid departure until he once again reached the corner of the desk where the parchment was still awaiting. Taking hold of it in his talons, he instantly made for the nearest open window (or door if there are no windows present) and once again took flight.
The hope of a meal was looking rather promising, but he wanted to eat one, not be eatten. Ah well, perhaps the next realm would have something sweet to munch on!
Ava Tinuviel
Connor Caysis
Location: Camelot Reborn
Time: Mid-Afternoon
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have have distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to collect signatures. Think of it as a test flying. His master wanted to see exactly how far poor old Crookie could fly before becoming immensly exausted. This would allow her to determin how far she could expand her business and how long each venture would take.
The parchment was to provide those details, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed;
To Whom It May Concern.
We at Tranquility attempting to see how far Crookie here can travel and how long it takes him to complete his journey. If you could please scribe your location and the date in which he has arrived, and then politely return this Parchment to Crookie, it would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Wings of the Messenger.
HRT, Tranquility.
Alright. So now you know three key points.
The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie.
He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility.
His landing is a little... Off.
What will you do? Do you sign the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
-She looked out the glass, bubbled and giving her a slightly wavery view on the world, and she squinted..a hawk, crash, bumble, twist and flap...landing in the back field. How unusual...or not. Eleor had such a hawk as that, and her heart had sort of frozen mid beat, as she hurried from the small white slate roof cottage, to the herb patch. There, in the patch of amalfian lavender and sage, the hawk stood, crushed grass and herbage scenting it, the air, and everything around with the smells of verdant spice. The elf knelt down, to examine the dizzy looking creature. It was not afraid, and as it was, she was very used to hawks and other..creatures of prey. She gently stroked the feathered head, and her fingers retrieved the note. This animal was not Pethin..that she had known immediately..it was lighter in it's plumage colors, and slightly heavy in build.-Ah, so you are on a mission is it, for your Mistress or Master? Im not sure if you comprehend common tongue, but stay, and I'll sign and date this missive...-She stood, and made her way through the herbs, to the house.-
He tilted his head first right then left as the woman started talking to him. He didn't exactly have the ability to talk back to her, so instead he released the parchment from his talons when she reached for it.
However, the moment she started to walk away, Crookie began hopping after her, a glint in his eyes.
Hey there, you bitty woman! Get back here with my toy! Mine mine mine!
Hop hop hop, right along her feet. There was no way he had just flown all this way to watch some lass bound off with his parchment! A bird of prey, aye... And right now, that woman had his ticket for a meal.
-He was hounding her, harrassing her hemline and flapping and fluttering all over. She chuckled, and let him in the house.-
-Once inside, she bent over the small writing desk in the main room as he fluttered about and fussed, and she spread the parchment out. She found the inkwell and a book as handy weights for holding it unrolled, and following the directions, she wrote in neat, orderly writing, the information.-
Thy bird did arrive at noontide on this, the tenth of July, upon the Farm of the Duke D'Aeren on the outskirts of Camelot Town. Signed, Ava Tinuviel, Healer, The Circle of the Leaf.
-She sprinkle sand on the note, to blot it dry, then tapped the sand back into a vial upon the desk. She rolled the missive, and sighed. Writing was nae so easy with a hyperactive seventeen pound bird flouncing around..-
Oh, she had that one right. Hyperactive was the only way Crookie knew how to be. And a new home, with new toys and new shinys lying everywhere he looked? Why, he was in paradise!
Right now, he lost all interest in the parchment which he was initially waiting for. Instead, he found himself peckling away at a stray shilling he found sitting right there on that handy desk of hers. Snip, roll, hop hop. Snip, roll, hop hop. Oh what fun!
His head tilted back around to look at her, the sound of the shaking parchment distracting him, if only momentarily. She wasn't ripping it, so that was all he needed to know, before turning attentively back to the shiny.
-She chuckled at the bird. A bit pudgy, but he was also pretty, the feathers sleek and well tended. He was obviously cared for. And he was obviously a little manic over the shilling. She took the coin, and just to blow the birds mind a bit, she set it on the desk, and spun the coin, so it danced and flashed and twirled between her hand, and the plump hawk. A game of sorts, to see what he made of the spinning coin.-
-Her cornflower blue eyes flashed merrily..she had missed dear old Pethin. In the end, he was a joy, though initially he'd scared her.-
Whoah. Round and round and round, the coin went. Round and round and round went poor crookies head, as he attempted to keep the close view on it, his talons dancing over the desk, undoubtedly leaving a few unwanted scratches in the wood. Round and round and ro.. Oye veh.
He shook his head, thinking for a minute there his eyes would keep rolling. Then, carefully, he reached out and snapped up the shilling just as it finished it's final circle before it had the chance to fall back to the desk. He let out a two to three second hoarse, rasping scream, described as kree-eee-ar call which sounded awfully similar to a steam whistle. And then a quieter croaking "guh-runk" in delight.
His featheres ruffled and he tilted his head so that his left eye was watching the woman square on as if challanging, no daring her to take the shilling from his beak.
-His quick catch earned him a soft smattering of applause from the healer, who had all but forgot her original task and job. But glancing over to the kitchen area, really just a room adjacent to this one, she saw the bowl of dough and the other of the spiced apples, brought her back to reality. She did not challenge the hawk for the tuppence, but instead went to wash her hands in soap and lukewarm water at the basin. Drying them on her apron, she resumed her task, making pie. Well. Pies. She had been so intent on getting the apples in from the small orchard, she'd picked a lot. Make that a very lot. She did hope Connor liked apple pie. He was gonna be eating a lot of it.-
-Six, to be exact. She had rolled the dough for each, and was laying them in the pie tins as the bird mouthed it's prize, it's scroll on the desk still-
=It wasn't sleep that he needed, but rather to dream. There was a vat difference in the too. One simply only provided the rest he body needed once in a while, and the other the actual energy that his body used to keep alive. An feeding of sort, dreams being an emotional buffet.
Rested and restored he turned over to find the note Ava had left for him. Grinning, he tucked it in his pocket, dressed, and set about about finding her. Not so very hard when he was bound to her as he was. He could find her anywheres. Faster if she called him to come to her. He planned on taking his time. Stopping in to see the care taker, to ask about making them an evening meal. He planned on staying with here with her for at least the night.
He was side tracked as he stepped into the kitchen..finding Ava herself busy making pies.. and a bird of some kind watching her.=
And he was perfectly content to stay and wait patiently for his own piece of that pie there, whether by her hand or sneaking a bite when she wasn't looking, if not for the sound of approaching footsteps.
When a man entered looking... Well, let us just say a little wild with that bedhair of his, Crookie instantly took a few stumbling steps backwards. He wasn't know for his graceful moments, afterall.
Keeping his eye's on the man, Crookie continued his rapid departure until he once again reached the corner of the desk where the parchment was still awaiting. Taking hold of it in his talons, he instantly made for the nearest open window (or door if there are no windows present) and once again took flight.
The hope of a meal was looking rather promising, but he wanted to eat one, not be eatten. Ah well, perhaps the next realm would have something sweet to munch on!