Spring 17, 515 AV oocThe date is somewhat flexible, if anyone has a need to move it.
afternoon
Khida did not like the cages. They made her uncomfortable at a subliminal level, in a way she could not describe in words. This irrefutable captivity, this situation even she would not be able to fly away from if she were on the other side of those bars -- it was a reality she had never been made to acknowledge before. It was one she did not truly confront now, because the Kelvic was was more than a little distracted. The things in the cages were more compelling, more fascinating by far -- in the way that venomous snakes could be fascinating.
Predators, monsters, up close and personal. They drew and held the eye, made her hackles rise and her nerves jump; even the solidity of the cages couldn't persuade her that these right here weren't dangers clear and true. When it came down to it, Khida didn't mind that these monsters were all on the wrong side of the bars; freed, each of them would just be one more potential hazard to her family. That was particularly true for this exhibit, what she had heard someone refer to as "enemies in the grass" -- one that struck very close to home indeed. These were things she saw... not everyday, but from time to time, usually from a distance; and they were dangers she could expect to encounter in the future as well. Yet for all that she did encounter these creatures, these 'enemies'... Khida had not spent much time thinking about them. Faced with them up close, at a very personal distance, and with a barrier between... here, in this relatively controlled environment, she observed, and she thought.
But even with that barrier, she didn't approach the imprisoned glassbeak; no, Khida watched it from as far away as the complex's layout allowed.
She leaned on the back of a strategically placed bench, one someone must have set out for exactly that purpose: keeping distance from the glassbeak. It seemed to be mostly humans who gravitated towards it, while the Akalak appeared to make a point of going up to the glassbeak's cage. But it seemed that Khida was the only one who really lingered, at least right now, looking past the drifting visitors to the creature that could not wander off.
While she watched, the glassbeak paced.
It stood even taller than a horse, if you counted the length of its neck. It wasn't built quite like the birds she was most familiar with, the raptors like herself and the prey the falcon hunted. Its body was thick, heavily built -- especially in the legs, which made sense given how the things ran. Khida had never seen one fly, and this one's wings -- which it sometimes raised in display, mostly when Akalaks approached -- its wings seemed relatively short and rounded, more so than for any other bird she could think of. Not that Khida had made a study of wing shapes as such, but she did recognize silhouettes in the sky: the pointed wings of falcons, the broad wings of hawks, the long wings of doves, the angular wings of finches. But these wings were different and these 'birds', if glassbeaks were really birds, simply didn't fly. Would they, if their wings were more like the others?
...and wasn't that an awful thought. Bad enough the bat-beasts flew; better that glassbeaks be stuck on the ground.
afternoon
Khida did not like the cages. They made her uncomfortable at a subliminal level, in a way she could not describe in words. This irrefutable captivity, this situation even she would not be able to fly away from if she were on the other side of those bars -- it was a reality she had never been made to acknowledge before. It was one she did not truly confront now, because the Kelvic was was more than a little distracted. The things in the cages were more compelling, more fascinating by far -- in the way that venomous snakes could be fascinating.
Predators, monsters, up close and personal. They drew and held the eye, made her hackles rise and her nerves jump; even the solidity of the cages couldn't persuade her that these right here weren't dangers clear and true. When it came down to it, Khida didn't mind that these monsters were all on the wrong side of the bars; freed, each of them would just be one more potential hazard to her family. That was particularly true for this exhibit, what she had heard someone refer to as "enemies in the grass" -- one that struck very close to home indeed. These were things she saw... not everyday, but from time to time, usually from a distance; and they were dangers she could expect to encounter in the future as well. Yet for all that she did encounter these creatures, these 'enemies'... Khida had not spent much time thinking about them. Faced with them up close, at a very personal distance, and with a barrier between... here, in this relatively controlled environment, she observed, and she thought.
But even with that barrier, she didn't approach the imprisoned glassbeak; no, Khida watched it from as far away as the complex's layout allowed.
She leaned on the back of a strategically placed bench, one someone must have set out for exactly that purpose: keeping distance from the glassbeak. It seemed to be mostly humans who gravitated towards it, while the Akalak appeared to make a point of going up to the glassbeak's cage. But it seemed that Khida was the only one who really lingered, at least right now, looking past the drifting visitors to the creature that could not wander off.
While she watched, the glassbeak paced.
It stood even taller than a horse, if you counted the length of its neck. It wasn't built quite like the birds she was most familiar with, the raptors like herself and the prey the falcon hunted. Its body was thick, heavily built -- especially in the legs, which made sense given how the things ran. Khida had never seen one fly, and this one's wings -- which it sometimes raised in display, mostly when Akalaks approached -- its wings seemed relatively short and rounded, more so than for any other bird she could think of. Not that Khida had made a study of wing shapes as such, but she did recognize silhouettes in the sky: the pointed wings of falcons, the broad wings of hawks, the long wings of doves, the angular wings of finches. But these wings were different and these 'birds', if glassbeaks were really birds, simply didn't fly. Would they, if their wings were more like the others?
...and wasn't that an awful thought. Bad enough the bat-beasts flew; better that glassbeaks be stuck on the ground.
Khida space Common | Pavi
other space Common | Pavi
other space Common | Pavi