“You… are joking right?” Beodan blushed at her light accusation, a little embarrassed. She was making it seem like seeing a great horned owl in the wild was like walking on grass! At her expression he hastily said, “No no! I’m serious! I mean, I bet you haven’t seen a horse like me before, have you? I’m a Desert Bred, so maybe that isn’t a very fair question.” He wondered if she had traveled far in her few years on this earth. As a bird, she might have. All she had to do was spread her wings and she would be drifting among the clouds, soaring above the trees and city. He bet the city looked amazing at night from way up above. He looked up at the sky, then abruptly back to her with chocolate eyes alight with curiosity. “Have you ever touched the moon?” he asked excitedly, then looked back up at the celestial object in question and murmured, “That’s what I would do if I could fly.”
"Oh! it's okay Dan, I don't know too much about city fashion either. This will do perfectly!” Thyme assured him. He gave a smile of relief and sighed, “Good, I’m glad.” He sat back to watch what she would do with it. She bunched up her hair with a hand, and wrapped the rope of hair with the cloth, tying it off in a neat little bow. Now that the veil of her sleek hair had been removed, he could better see the defined curves of her jaw and neck. She was quite beautiful, even in the low light. As she took a sip of the fresh tea, he examined her further. She had an aristocratic face, with a thin but not skinny neck and cheekbones that were certainly a little higher than they added citizen’s. Surely, after spending a week with nobles, there would be no way to tell her apart from them. Once again, doubt was cast on her claims that she wasn’t a goddess. Truth be told, he loved her hair as it had been, down and wild like a lion’s mane. But that was just personal bias. He did not like anything overly restricting (such as a tie in his hair) as it made Shifting most uncomfortable to have hair ripped out. Though, she would not have that problem, having an other half that was smaller than her human form.
The Kelvic was roused from his musings by a giggle that bubbled out of Thyme. He was startled at first, then it clicked. She had gotten his joke! Of course she would be well acquainted with her name-spice, he felt sorry for even doubting her the smallest bit. Weren’t owls know for their smarts, he should have known better than to trifle with one in a game of references. He grinned, and echoed, “Really! I just couldn’t help myself.”
Thyme’s yawn was contagious, and the Herbalist found himself mimicking her before responding, “Yeah, it is getting pretty late. You must be tired, you poor thing. Walking for who knows how long too…” he trailed off into a mutter. He supposed he would be tired to had he been running about, crashing through the forest looking for a clearing. He laughed mentally; well she had found a clearing. It was just their had already been a tent there. “As for when I got to bed, well, that’s complicated,” Dan began, running a hand through his messy locks, “The thing is, horses don’t really sleep like humans in one huge block of time. Rather, we sleep a little bit all throughout the day. And in my current form, my sleep schedule tends to follow that trend. So, what I’m saying is that, I’ll go to bed whenever you want to, and keep you company, though I might not join you in the land of dreams.”
“Are you ready for bed now?”