It's been days now, but Si Mian is still not entirely sure how they ended up here. All of the other inhabitants of this complex, or at least most of them, seem to move about with a purpose. Si Mian has seen them doing vigorous training exercises and scrutinizing one another, forming strange alliances. At this point it's become one of those situations where they're really too afraid to ask, since everyone seems to be very preoccupied. Instead, they've mostly spent their days basking in the garden, smelling the flowers and soaking up the sun.
Right now, though, there's a fancy-looking purple bird sitting right in front of the spot in the corner of the garden where Si Mian usually relaxes. Her feathers are well groomed, her glasses sitting at a neat angle on her face. Oh, bother.
Si Mian shuffles a little closer, seeing if there's some way to simply walk around her. It doesn't seem like there is. "Um, excuse me... C-Could I get past you?"
(@bow_iie)
@Waltz
As feathers raise over her back, Dame cranes her neck around to see who had interrupted her basking, one eye trained on the chick in front of her. She pauses, going over the other's question in her head and turning it around and around like a ball of putty. What sort of mood was she in today? Should she scare off this wannabe winner or should she move?
Dame grins a little bit and decides to straddle the fence between the choices, simply moving over to allow the other to join her. The look on her face is less than inviting.
"Go ahead." She says simply, watching the other's movements carefully. She hoped it scared them enough to leave her alone, but she knew she'd been surprised with an unlikely ally before, so maybe she could see how brave this other chicken was.
@bow_iie
If there is something that the other bird is indicating on her face, Si Mian isn't able to decipher it; it's never been their strong suit. But at the very least, the fact that she hadn't immediately chased them away had to be a good sign, right?
As they start to shuffle past her they glance up, and for a moment they're transfixed in the light glinting off of the petals of the flower affixed by her comb. As they feel her gaze grow more intense, they remember themself, and continue on to settle into their spot. Their feathers fluff happily in the warmth.
"It's nice here," they say softly. "I wonder how long we get to stay."
@bow_iie (my sacrifice: https://toyhou.se/31973376.rebel)
Rebel was lounging around the gardens, one of his favorite things to do that didnβt involve swords, and absently tossing small pebbles into the fountain. He had been a bit spooked in the gardens for a minute after they attached a strange flower to his head but has since returned out of boredom if nothing else. His return, he decided, was worth it as soon as he spied a strong purple bird resting majestically below a bush bearing bright pink flowers. He temporarily paused his pebble throwing to plot out an attack plan. What could he do to impress her? A few things passed through his mindβ taking his sword to a plant? No, they seemed sentient. Jumping in the fountain? No, then heβd be wet. Eventually he settled on an improved version of his pebble-tossing. He stood from where he was on the grass, picked up a rock that was a bit heftier than a pebble, and sent it sailing in the direction of the fountain.
(Ik this isnβt a ton to go on but if you want to write a short response i can build off that, I didnβt want to decide what she does :])
(Tapping the sign lmao) im not super great at narrative writing but im trying π«‘
@Waltz
"Get to stay?" Dame scoffs softly. "I can't wait to get out of here and get this whole thing overwith." She hums to herself, puffing out her chest feathers. She gauges the other's reaction- poor chick seemed a bit in over her head. Now it was up to dame to decide if the softgirl act was just that, an act, or if she was good at hiding her abilities. In her time here, Dame had learned not to judge a chick by their feathers, which only made her less trusting. She felt that she'd always had the upper hand when she was reading body language, but here, she felt like an equal among experts. It could have just been her general mistrust of everyone around her, but everyone here seemed to be able to read her as easily as she did them. It unnerved her to know that someone else may know what she was thinking.
She goes for a probing question.
"What's your reason for being here?"
@Futon_Stalker
Dame watched the other boredly. That kid had been mindlessley throwing rocks at the water for ages now. This one was a little bit bigger, and it splashed a little harder when it landed. A drop even nearly landed on Dame's beak, but she sees it roll down her fluffed feathers. She looks back at the other- a scrawny sort of thing, in her mind- and blinks unamusedly.
She's rather unimpressed that you got a drop of water on her, Rebel. Even with a heftier rock than normal.
@bow_iie
Si Mian's face wrinkles a little bit. They can't figure out why anyone would wish to leave this...retreat? That must be what it is. Certainly a camp of some sort. Food, lodgings--everything here is provided for. As a bird who's never seemed to be able to stay in a roost for very long (they really haven't had the best of luck in finding a flock), a part of their mind has been occupied with quietly counting down the days until somebody finds some reason to tell them they should no longer remain in this seeming paradise.
"Um, no reason. I just wanted to be here," they lie, poorly. They can't possibly say that it was never their intention to come; if anyone realized the whole thing was a misunderstanding, that would surely be grounds enough to expel them. "That nice bird...Yumi? She brought me here after I signed the contract." Not a lie, but only half of the truth. "You got here the same way, right?"
@bow_iie
Presenting Spearmint
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the resident sharpshooter was rather fond of the garden. He often came here to admire the flowers - despite an initial surprise when it attached a seemingly? benign Lisanthius to his head - and to visit his namesake spearmint plant. He especially enjoyed the patch of flowers where both lisanthius and hyacinth dwelled, but today, it seemed he had run into a bit of a roadblock. A pretty magenta hen, with that look was sitting right in front of that patch. Then again, how could he judge? He knew he had that same put-together look... he did after all grow up in a royal environment.
Spearmint displayed no outward emotion, but inside, he bristled, and his feathers ruffled a little. He didn't care if he might have once looked as elegant as she did; he only indignantly thought, who was that hen to sit right there - blocking everyone's view of the vibrant violet blooms while she herself wasn't even admiring them?! But he reminded himself not to be too emotional; when he went in that direction, he tended to make choices he regretted.
And he hoped that he would not make one of those here - because one wrong move in front of her and he could very much end up skewered by her piercing stare.
I hope that's good!
@bow_iie sorry this isnβt super long :,] my rp skills are very rusty lmao
Rebel, who had been watching Dame out of the corner of his eye, picked up on her lack of cheering (to put it mildly) and decided to switch strategies. He wasnβt disheartened at all and scanned around the garden looking for something else impressive to do. He swung his sword daringly at the plants a little bit, but when he thought he saw one shift that idea was discarded too.
After thinking it over for a minute, Rebel decided to be brave and just approach the menacing purple bird. He breathed in deeply, out deeply, and in deeply again before starting in her direction. As he walked he tried to avoid looking directly at her, to save himself the potential glare, and instead admired the flowers blooming all throughout the garden. He almost got distracted from his course when he passed the columbines, pausing for a second to admire them. They were very pretty.
As Rebel finally got close to Dame, he slowed down a bit. He carefully selected a suitable spot and sunk down near her, but not so close he was breaking her personal space. Deciding to let there be quiet for a moment, he looked down at his boots and started pulling grass up by the roots. Clara and her staff probably wouldnβt approve but he couldnβt help it, he had to do something with his hands.
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