Solitude [open]

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird looked at him, did he really think she wanted to be in Nova City, she did want to get into trouble, they would find her easier, and trap her even easier if she was caught, in the wilderness she could escape easier. "No, I rather be out here, where it is safer, exposer may kill me here, but I rather die surviving then a bullet to the head." Mocking Bird growled. She wasn't that kind of person, she hated to live in a cramp place in the city, she needed to find an open place out in the wilderness. Maybe I can search for that rumor of the house in the mountains, I heard monsters talk about it. Mocking Bird thought, even if her thoughts were concealed around Seamus, she needed to think, she knew it was believed not to be real, but if it was, she heard that the house was huge, but looks in habited, but only those with wings could get to it.

[freedom]

Seamus nodded softly and looked straight at the fire, sighing softly. "No, I guess you're right about that...how about this...once I get healed back up where I can get moving, I help you look for someplace out here to stay? Something a little warmer than this cave?" He was trying to make it seem more like he wasn't reading her mind, to give her some sense of privacy. All in all, he just wanted to help her out. And more so, he wanted to not loose touch with her. She was beginning to grow on him, and leaving wasn't an option to him at this point.

[Mocking Bird]

"I don't need your help, I am fine on my own." Mocking Bird growled. The meat was getting cooked and the scent was raising, making the cave smell good. She hoped that soon he would heal and she would be on her own, she preferred to be on her own. She didn't have to worry about anyone else, but herself, it was just so easy, being on her own, no friends, just solitude. She had family that she still felt like that they didn't want her, she was on her own and this is how she liked it.

lazy...

[freedom]

Solitude is nice for awhile...until you get lonely... Seamus knew about being alone, after the one who had raised him had passed away, he had trained on his own for three years. Living in isolation seemed nice at first, but without any sort of interaction, it just became mind-numbingly sad. Then for several different times after that, he ventured out on his own again, but every time he left, the more he missed coming back home. Or something that he could call home. Still, perhaps Mocking just preferred silence as she said. Wouldn't be surprising what the dark had taught her. Maybe some day he could court her, but now was certainly seeming to be not the time. "Well I can understand that..." He considered telling her his story, but he decided to save it for after they ate unless she asked him specifically.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird sat there quietly waiting for the food to get ready, she knew it would be ready soon.I don't see why he even cares, I don't like Light Angels. Mocking Bird thought. She didn't think of anyone as her friend, she never seemed to get lonely, she liked being alone, no one to talk and no one to change her plans. She then saw the it was finished, she took it and cut it with her dagger, giving some to Seamus, he would just ask any ways. She ate her meat until her stomach was filled enough she wouldn't be hungry until morning. She then dried the meat and put it in the container to save it.

[freedom]

Seamus took the meat in his hand, and only nibbled at it. He was deep in thought at the moment, chewing each bite slowly. Light angels aren't that bad...and I know for a fact she wasn't just ignored by the other Light Angels. I must know what really happened...she might be the last, albeit, former light angel in existence. Something I've searched for ever since I've been alone. She might be the last clue to what happened to our people. But what can I really get from her...who knows what this Dark Lord has taught her or what his intentions are. Then what if she never wants to have a lover... Seamus's thoughts ceased here, and he closed his eyes. He really didn't want to think about if she would never accept him. He had to be positive...right?

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking had finished fast, but she had noticed that the fire was going down, she grabbed her stick to churn the ashes, but she needed more wood. She flew getting a bit more fire wood. She broke off some branches from a near by tree. She walked back to the cave, shaving off the barks, blowing lightly and soon the fire was coming to life. She put two pieces of wood on, saving the rest for later, she still sat silently, she still didn't want to talk, she just didn't care. She still wanted to be alone, with nothing to do, but be alone.

[freedom]

As she sat silently, so did he. He wanted to sleep but he couldn't with the pain. But despite that, he wasn't about to let on that he was in pain. He couldn't admit to her that he was in pain, a sign of weakness. He wasn't sure why, but showing her a weakness was just something he could accept. Of course, this situation was a terrible way to meet her. Now he seemed like someone who couldn't defend himself, where he was trying to show the opposite. But what was he going to do now? He was shot, and sitting in a cave with the girl who had imprinted on him.

[Mocking Bird]

It was getting later and Mocking Bird had set her head on the floor to nap her tired eyes. It felt good to sleep even if it was in a hard cave, she soon drifted into sound sleep, later she would wake up to the morning sky. She would awaken fast to her it would, seem to Seamus, maybe not, but she wasn't going to stay awake all night. She awaken to the morning, sun draped into the cave as her eyes slowly open, she yawned, covering her mouth during so. Using her arms she lifted herself into a sitting position, still warm, but the fire was nearly out, she put another piece of wood and started it again, then looked out the mouth to see frost on the ground.

[freedom]

Seamus had not slept a lick during the night at all. Even after she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep, he stayed awake, watching out the cave for danger, and looking at her. Why her? Well, because, she was her. Still, he didn't remember getting her name, so he couldn't even say hi to her without seeming awkward. "Good morning," he said shyly, trying not to see tired. "Sleep well?" Overall, he was feeling better, but still his right side was useless. All he would need his some sturdy branches that he could form into a splint for his arm and wing to keep them still. Hopefully, he could find a vet that would work with him. Unlikely it seemed, but it was his best shot.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird stretched her arm, hearing the question, but she wanted to stand up first. She stood to her feet, happy not to be too tired to get up, she had slept fine, even though she would have even preferred to sleep on a wood floor to be honest. "I slept fine." Mocking Bird yawned. She went to her bag and grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair until it was soft and tidy. She made sure there was no knots in her hair, brushing it a little longer after there weren't any to make sure. She then put her brush back and went outside the cave to stretch her wings, it felt good to do so.

[freedom]

Another nod of his head, and Seamus stood as well, limping softly to the mouth of the cave. He didn't care about his appearance at this point, just being able to stand up and move was good, with that he had to agree. His wing dragged behind him, leaving a little impression in the grass where it dragged behind him. The sun had just risen, casting an orange glow over the sky. And it was nice that he got to see it with her. Having her hair all brushed out.... Stop it Seamus, you're falling for this too hard... It took a second in which he shook his head to clear his mind enough, before heading towards a few trees to gather wood needed for the splints.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird leaned outside the cave, looking at the stiff frost that hardened the ground. She knew finding food will now be harder from the frost, but right now she didn't care. I don't under stand still why he cares, I still rather be alone. Mocking thought. She felt a gentle breeze, it will maybe be cold for a while.

lazy

[freedom]

Each branch that he broke had been hardened by the snow and frost. They snapped with a loud cracked, frozen together with a layer of ice. But as he had heard her thoughts, his head turned and looked up at her. The cave was a distance away, but he still could see her clearly. And she was right, he did care. He cared whether she lived, got hurt, or died. Her feelings and emotions even mattered to him. This forced him to play his cards, and determined that as soon as he returned, he would tell her at least part of his story. Then he turned back and went back to grab a few more branches for his splints.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird kept her head the other way, but her eyes looked at him, she noticed him looking at her. It almost made her blush, making her wonder if he liked her, but soon shook her head, getting rid of the feeling. The back of her neck felt hot, she didn't like it when someone like her, it made her nervous that they will get hurt and that she would be blamed. Does he like me and if so why? Why would anyone like me anyways? Mocking Bird thought, she didn't look at him, not wanting him to think that she liked him back, she went back inside the cave, for a few minutes of alone time. She sat down on the cave floor, just relaxing for a few minutes, it felt nice and to her normal, her solitary place, she liked it that way.