04-24-2021, 03:28 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Silence brief, the break similar. Tone bore a dismissal, nonchalant with a gentle hum proceeding. Cranium shifted, a slant to one side that allowed an ear to fall against their forehead, unimpeded by hood that nestled at the crook of their neck. Unheeded it, though the intended participant was the other, continued study. Next directed to them, confirmation.
Thoughts turned, curiosity only further fanned rather than tempered. Known eggs and some who tended them, fragmented their memories of balmy afternoons wasted on rooftops, fingers clinging to the edge as they reached for ivory morsels. No bird this one, though close enough. Feathered she, adorned in plumage of ivory and blush, display recalled. A threat in it, the flare of fine quills, empty proven. Maybe this what allowed such, made her a carrier of young housed in fragile shells.
Threads severed with the meandering entrance of another, face known though free now from the covering of paint. Eyes roved over reptile, slow his own echo, a query tied to its end. Assist in carrying them. Unseen hidden clutch, unknown that stomach was distended by them, lips twisting, a frown drawn across. Movement caught their eye, once more turned, after trailing, a lost puppy curious now to witness the supposed eggs the mother tended. Not bird. Only they have eggs. False this statement, unknown this, beyond their grasp the knowledge more than the crows and pigeons they had once terrorised bore such a method of birth.
Thoughts turned, curiosity only further fanned rather than tempered. Known eggs and some who tended them, fragmented their memories of balmy afternoons wasted on rooftops, fingers clinging to the edge as they reached for ivory morsels. No bird this one, though close enough. Feathered she, adorned in plumage of ivory and blush, display recalled. A threat in it, the flare of fine quills, empty proven. Maybe this what allowed such, made her a carrier of young housed in fragile shells.
Threads severed with the meandering entrance of another, face known though free now from the covering of paint. Eyes roved over reptile, slow his own echo, a query tied to its end. Assist in carrying them. Unseen hidden clutch, unknown that stomach was distended by them, lips twisting, a frown drawn across. Movement caught their eye, once more turned, after trailing, a lost puppy curious now to witness the supposed eggs the mother tended. Not bird. Only they have eggs. False this statement, unknown this, beyond their grasp the knowledge more than the crows and pigeons they had once terrorised bore such a method of birth.