Runaway Bird
"Ya got one at every port?" Shanku asked suspiciously.
"Heavens, no! I'm not Whitten," Dawson quickly defended.
"Gonna commit to her?" Shanku eyed him.
"Preferably," Dawson sighed. "But, no."
"Oh?" Shanku asked with her hands on her hips.
"Man and 'beast' is not smiled upon," Dawson explained.
Behind them, a stripe-winged she-kurach was having trouble with a very large bird she had brought to market. It began to squawk and flap its wings. She climbed aboard its back to try and get it under control. It broke away and tried to run, but she grabbed it by the neck and caused it to make an awful squawk.
"We're not so inhuman," Shanku scratched her head as she watched the scene.
"Some days I wonder," Dawson muttered as he watched the kurach pin the squawking bird to the ground and put a leash on it. He glanced to his little friend as she grimaced at the bird's plight, and noticed that she now seemed as human as he.
"Do you think you can teach her that?" he asked.
"What?" Shanku asked.
"How to be human..." Dawson trailed off and touched her ear.
The bird wrestled its head away from the kurach and went running through the market as fast as it could.
"Um... Maybe? I can try," Shanku said absently as she watched the bird dart by.
"Thanks. I might get to commit to her after all!" Dawson said happily and rubbed the top of Shanku's head.
The stripe-winged kurach ran after the fleeing bird with a growl.
Dawson and Shanku perused other avenues of the market. He had found the thing he wanted. Shanku decided to enjoy having some spare coins. She found herself a modest comb so she wouldn't end up with Marley's hair, a metal file for her nails to take care of the rough edges caused by the salt drying out her hands, and she found a little bristle brush to use on her teeth to help get the taste of the hard tack and fish out of her mouth.
Notes & Commentary
July 14, 2011, Thursday
Runaway Bird
Had too much fun with Drené in the background. She has a fascination for flightless birds that are flighty. But I'm not sure if putting a leash on a bird is a good idea. Maybe she knows what she's doing...
Today I learned that bananas are shaped too weirdly for me to comprehend how to draw them. They look like yellow boomerangs with puppy nose's on the ends to me. But then I got to thinking about fresh fruit hanging in a marketplace and I started to want a banana and peanut butter sandwich with a glass of grape juice. Yummmmmmm!
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Caelin Dawson - Drene -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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