Post by greenie on Aug 16, 2009 20:29:05 GMT 10
Title: Birds of a feather
Rating: PG
Prompt: Two of a kind
Summary: Alanna and George observe Numair and Daine doing some shapeshifting practice.
A/N: I have a top that says 'Birds of a feather', and it has really pretty blue/green feathers on it. It's awesome.
Alanna and George were walking hand in hand along the clifftops outside Pirate’s Swoop, enjoying an afternoon walk, when they halted.
“Who are they?” Alanna asked, pointing to two figures in the distance. It looked like they were both clutching blankets around themselves and talking to one another, although she couldn’t tell if they were friendly or arguing.
“It’s Numair with Daine,” answered George, having used his Sight.
Alanna relaxed. “He did say he was going to take her out for some shapeshifting practice.”
They watched together as teacher and student finished their conversation and stood side by side.
George chuckled. “They look like the children do when they’re lining up to race against one another.”
Just as he finished speaking, the two figures took off running towards the edge of the cliff. They both released their blankets on the very edge, letting them fall behind, and plummeted over the edge.
Both husband and wife could feel each other stiffen momentarily.
“It’s alright, lass,” said George. “They’ll be shapeshifting.”
“I know,” she replied. “Still makes my stomach churn to see them go over though.”
“Mine too.”
“There they are,” she said, and pointed again. They could see the distant shapes of two black hawks rising above the cliff tops again. It was definitely Numair and Daine, because none of the birds they’d ever seen behaved like that. They were rising and falling, swooping around in circles, and diving at each other – all in all looking like they were having a wonderful time.
“Doesn’t it make you wish you could fly too?” asked Alanna.
“A little,” he answered. “But Lionesses don’t fly, so I’d rather stay on the ground with my Lioness.” Standing behind her now, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.
She settled her arms on top of his. “They fit so well together though, don’t you think?”
“Uh oh,” he teased. “Not at your matchmaking again?”
“Again?”
“Thayet and Jon.”
She tilted her head right back to look at him. “Your mother and Myles.”
He laughed and kissed her. “Point taken, lass.” He looked out towards the birds again. “Honestly, I can’t ever imagine them willingly being apart.”
Alanna nodded. “They’re two of a kind.”
She could feel the rumble of his laugh as her head rested against his chest. “They’re birds of a feather,” he said, and with a smile, she agreed.
Rating: PG
Prompt: Two of a kind
Summary: Alanna and George observe Numair and Daine doing some shapeshifting practice.
A/N: I have a top that says 'Birds of a feather', and it has really pretty blue/green feathers on it. It's awesome.
Alanna and George were walking hand in hand along the clifftops outside Pirate’s Swoop, enjoying an afternoon walk, when they halted.
“Who are they?” Alanna asked, pointing to two figures in the distance. It looked like they were both clutching blankets around themselves and talking to one another, although she couldn’t tell if they were friendly or arguing.
“It’s Numair with Daine,” answered George, having used his Sight.
Alanna relaxed. “He did say he was going to take her out for some shapeshifting practice.”
They watched together as teacher and student finished their conversation and stood side by side.
George chuckled. “They look like the children do when they’re lining up to race against one another.”
Just as he finished speaking, the two figures took off running towards the edge of the cliff. They both released their blankets on the very edge, letting them fall behind, and plummeted over the edge.
Both husband and wife could feel each other stiffen momentarily.
“It’s alright, lass,” said George. “They’ll be shapeshifting.”
“I know,” she replied. “Still makes my stomach churn to see them go over though.”
“Mine too.”
“There they are,” she said, and pointed again. They could see the distant shapes of two black hawks rising above the cliff tops again. It was definitely Numair and Daine, because none of the birds they’d ever seen behaved like that. They were rising and falling, swooping around in circles, and diving at each other – all in all looking like they were having a wonderful time.
“Doesn’t it make you wish you could fly too?” asked Alanna.
“A little,” he answered. “But Lionesses don’t fly, so I’d rather stay on the ground with my Lioness.” Standing behind her now, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.
She settled her arms on top of his. “They fit so well together though, don’t you think?”
“Uh oh,” he teased. “Not at your matchmaking again?”
“Again?”
“Thayet and Jon.”
She tilted her head right back to look at him. “Your mother and Myles.”
He laughed and kissed her. “Point taken, lass.” He looked out towards the birds again. “Honestly, I can’t ever imagine them willingly being apart.”
Alanna nodded. “They’re two of a kind.”
She could feel the rumble of his laugh as her head rested against his chest. “They’re birds of a feather,” he said, and with a smile, she agreed.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!