30.Jan.13, 07:43 PM
Ellaira laughed lightly, a pleasant, albeit tired sound. "I'm a beastcrafter and I grew up in the wilderness," she said by way of explanation, cleaning the dirt and blood off with gentle capability. "And you showed me where they were, after all." B'run was a much more pleasant patient than any animal she had ever tended. They had no way of knowing that she was trying to help them, not to hurt them further or eat them.
She rocked back, releasing the cloth to him. It was just a spare rag, once part of a pair of cloth pants, and she didn't regret the loss. Ellaira started to whistle to Warbler, to call him down, when she felt a strong hand on her arm. The sound died in her throat and she stared at him in surprise, dark eyes wide. But the feeling passed as swiftly as it had come as he released her and stood up.
"You're welcome," she said, a smile back on her face. Ellaira whistled to Warbler, who smooshed himself down on the branch and chattered complaints at her. The woman rolled her eyes and held her wrist up, as if summoning a hawk. "Rugged you have," Ellaira said with a wink. "But handsome? Hmmm..." Her voice was teasing, and she glanced up at the blue firelizard, who was making more complaining noises, slowly drooping off the branch. She didn't drop her wrist, instead giving the blue a mental prod.
"I'd always heard scars made a man dashing, but handsome, you've got to be born with." Her eyes danced as Warbler dripped entirely off the branch, flinging his wings out and falling in the awkward, see-saw fashion of a falling leaf. The blue dropped onto her wrist, flopping onto it like a wet wrag and moaning as if slain. "You," she said accusingly to the small creature, "are as dramatic as a queen."
She rocked back, releasing the cloth to him. It was just a spare rag, once part of a pair of cloth pants, and she didn't regret the loss. Ellaira started to whistle to Warbler, to call him down, when she felt a strong hand on her arm. The sound died in her throat and she stared at him in surprise, dark eyes wide. But the feeling passed as swiftly as it had come as he released her and stood up.
"You're welcome," she said, a smile back on her face. Ellaira whistled to Warbler, who smooshed himself down on the branch and chattered complaints at her. The woman rolled her eyes and held her wrist up, as if summoning a hawk. "Rugged you have," Ellaira said with a wink. "But handsome? Hmmm..." Her voice was teasing, and she glanced up at the blue firelizard, who was making more complaining noises, slowly drooping off the branch. She didn't drop her wrist, instead giving the blue a mental prod.
"I'd always heard scars made a man dashing, but handsome, you've got to be born with." Her eyes danced as Warbler dripped entirely off the branch, flinging his wings out and falling in the awkward, see-saw fashion of a falling leaf. The blue dropped onto her wrist, flopping onto it like a wet wrag and moaning as if slain. "You," she said accusingly to the small creature, "are as dramatic as a queen."