by Verdana » Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:41 am
Okay, so maybe this isn't going to be as easy as he'd thought, Onyx wryly admits to himself. The girl seems to have no interest in having a civil, interesting conversation with him. It's frustrating, because he wants nothing more than to pepper her with questions. Where does she live? Why isn't she there? How old is she? What are her parents like? What does she do for fun? Has she ever been in a fight? Only, he knows that asking her questions like that would just chase her away. Frustration creases the skin between his eyes. He has a thirst for knowledge, but his first stream seems to be dry. The question is, does he dig until the underground water wells up, or does he go looking for another source of water to quench his thirst? He eyes her, weighing up his options. If there's something he can do, it's think before he acts. He thinks. He debates. He wonders. He is awkward and new to learning about others. He doesn't know how to proceed. This grieves him to no end.
He waits a while, hoping she'll give him mercy, show him what to do. She says nothing. He looks down. Below him, the two white things have settled down, and their human-looking companion has settled down to talk with another faraway individual. Perhaps they will be more willing to speak with him. He glances at Lyra, the first person he met.
Oh. Okay, he says, rather lamely. He's been daunted by her prickliness, no mistake. He steps forward a little, phrases speech... But he doesn't know what to say. He purses his lips, sorely disappointed. Hanging his head minusculely, he turns tail.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Lyra, he says. He makes the motions of leaving, but hesitates. He still hopes that she'll call him back, show him how to act, and maybe they can start this again. Properly this time. And then she leaves. Just like that, she's gone. Onyx sighs. People are more complex than he'd been led to believe. However, there are more in sight. His spirits lift as he makes his way towards the beach, eyes stuck on those odd, fuzzy white creatures. He wonders what they feel like. What they smell like. Where they come from.
So, with no hesitation, and the lack of fear borne of ignorance, he walks right up to the two girls and the huge, black-nosed creatures. He points (without greeting, for in his tribe greetings were considered a waste of time and energy) and asks:
What are those?
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