( unfortunately for the two of them, what is happening before the cameras now is only eliciting an even stronger response. those photos of the miemeng bird desperately covering his face with his wings, cowering and shrank down to a mere fraction of his actual height? worthless. what kind of story could you sell with a photo like that? but photos of a conspicuously feline young man stepping in to try to defend him, followed by the strange creature suddenly bursting forward to endeavor to shield his would-be savior in return? oh, what a beautiful and delicious story of camaraderie and fledgling devotion! surely they can needle more photos out of them, right? perhaps some of them closer, more intimate, staring longingly into one another’s eyes? the noise is, to getian, little more than a singular voice, a wordless roar from one throat, but these are the questions and interjections that are suddenly being hurled their way as the situation slowly unfolds and changes.
it’s just too bad for those opportunistic paparazzi that neither of their subjects are listening.
for how terrified he had seemed a moment before, getian’s face is impassive as he watches seth turn to face him, answering. there is some paleness to his complexion, perhaps a small trembling to his wings and shoulders, but it is so much easier to focus on the solution to this problem when there is someone before him being troubled rather than when he had been the only victim of the troubling. one thing that has consistently surprised him about this place is how the sense of others’ words occurs to him without having to cast his arcane skill. there must be some other, grander arcane ritual this place that is performing the same function. he nods, expression troubled. clearly, the brazenness of this invasion of privacy bothers him.
but they needn’t put up with it anymore.
getian nods, as if seth’s reply convinces him of something. )
Don’t move.
( and then it all happens at once: the green-sheened wings part and open above him, feathers contouring to gather up the dead air beneath them as his powerful legs bend and then launch him upwards. his wings beat, he begins to rise, and his legs once again extend toward seth, grabbing him none-too-gently (but as gently as he can manage!) around the middle. then they are up in the air, clearing the heads of the stars, guests, and paparazzi below, soaring through one hallway and then another until they emerge into one of the larger areas that getian has found in this place as of yet: the casino hall. he wings them up, rather than down, eventually finding a wide enough ledge overseeing the fields of slot machines and dealers’ tables that he can set his catboy charge down on without too much risk of him falling.
he does so, hovering in the air for a moment before taking a perch on the ledge himself. he folds his wings to his sides, eyeing seth cautiously. )
I hope heights do not trouble you. ( his head tilts. ) I can return you to the ground, if they do.
( his eyes search out over the casino floor; several have taken note of them in their lofty perch, but most don’t act on it or are simply too drunk or engaged with what they’re doing to care. ) They won’t be able to follow us up here.
( actually, people can still get pictures of them from the ground, but… well, getian doesn’t even know what cameras do, so he doesn’t know that. )
no subject
it’s just too bad for those opportunistic paparazzi that neither of their subjects are listening.
for how terrified he had seemed a moment before, getian’s face is impassive as he watches seth turn to face him, answering. there is some paleness to his complexion, perhaps a small trembling to his wings and shoulders, but it is so much easier to focus on the solution to this problem when there is someone before him being troubled rather than when he had been the only victim of the troubling. one thing that has consistently surprised him about this place is how the sense of others’ words occurs to him without having to cast his arcane skill. there must be some other, grander arcane ritual this place that is performing the same function. he nods, expression troubled. clearly, the brazenness of this invasion of privacy bothers him.
but they needn’t put up with it anymore.
getian nods, as if seth’s reply convinces him of something. )
Don’t move.
( and then it all happens at once: the green-sheened wings part and open above him, feathers contouring to gather up the dead air beneath them as his powerful legs bend and then launch him upwards. his wings beat, he begins to rise, and his legs once again extend toward seth, grabbing him none-too-gently (but as gently as he can manage!) around the middle. then they are up in the air, clearing the heads of the stars, guests, and paparazzi below, soaring through one hallway and then another until they emerge into one of the larger areas that getian has found in this place as of yet: the casino hall. he wings them up, rather than down, eventually finding a wide enough ledge overseeing the fields of slot machines and dealers’ tables that he can set his catboy charge down on without too much risk of him falling.
he does so, hovering in the air for a moment before taking a perch on the ledge himself. he folds his wings to his sides, eyeing seth cautiously. )
I hope heights do not trouble you. ( his head tilts. ) I can return you to the ground, if they do.
( his eyes search out over the casino floor; several have taken note of them in their lofty perch, but most don’t act on it or are simply too drunk or engaged with what they’re doing to care. ) They won’t be able to follow us up here.
( actually, people can still get pictures of them from the ground, but… well, getian doesn’t even know what cameras do, so he doesn’t know that. )