Post by Kiran on Nov 30, 2013 22:14:40 GMT -5
Glinda was on a mission. What sort of mission? A mission to find others and help them feel better! Much like she was trying to do for Quellyn, her Bonded, her darling Candidate. Hers. He was so sad lately, ever since the hatching and his aunt dying. She had done her best, but with all the flowers gone and the white stuff not staying cold and stiff, and all sort of other things going on, Glinda felt.... Guilty. She couldn't help him. Not right now. But maybe helping someone else could give her an idea!
So the pink winged up the walls of the weyr and glanced in them for people to help. Several were empty, and she was beginning to despair of ever finding someone - anyone! - to help. She wanted to help, she wanted to be of use, she wanted to comfort someone. Glinda let out a soft trill as she made one last wing over to a large weyr and settled down on the ledge. At first it seemed like it was empty, but as the pink peered in with curious eyes she spotted movement in the back. She put her paws down on the rock and skittered forward a few steps. The weyr was so large it didn't seem to actually bring her that much closer, but she could see just a little bit more than before.
Buckets. There were buckets in there, and things seemed to be scurrying about them. Pillies. Hers had pillies! Glinda flapped her wings and glided over, chirping excitedly at them. Hi! Hi! Hello! Is there anything she could do for them? One seemed to have been knocked over and Glinda pawed over, chirping at it in worry. Could she help?
Not waiting for a response, the pink started nudging him over, pushing as hard as she could. A feeler that was waving in the air knocked her over, however, and Glinda rolled across the floor into one of the other buckets that was in the room. She let out a distressed chirp as she hit the wood and it began to tip over. Glinda heard something clatter on the floor. The chirp turned into a distressed trill. Oh, no! She crept around to see if anything in the bucket could be saved. She had made a mess! Glinda chirped again, sadly, upset that she had messed things up. The pink glanced around and spotted a green pillie.
Another chirp, a cautious one, sounded in the air. Could she help with this?
So the pink winged up the walls of the weyr and glanced in them for people to help. Several were empty, and she was beginning to despair of ever finding someone - anyone! - to help. She wanted to help, she wanted to be of use, she wanted to comfort someone. Glinda let out a soft trill as she made one last wing over to a large weyr and settled down on the ledge. At first it seemed like it was empty, but as the pink peered in with curious eyes she spotted movement in the back. She put her paws down on the rock and skittered forward a few steps. The weyr was so large it didn't seem to actually bring her that much closer, but she could see just a little bit more than before.
Buckets. There were buckets in there, and things seemed to be scurrying about them. Pillies. Hers had pillies! Glinda flapped her wings and glided over, chirping excitedly at them. Hi! Hi! Hello! Is there anything she could do for them? One seemed to have been knocked over and Glinda pawed over, chirping at it in worry. Could she help?
Not waiting for a response, the pink started nudging him over, pushing as hard as she could. A feeler that was waving in the air knocked her over, however, and Glinda rolled across the floor into one of the other buckets that was in the room. She let out a distressed chirp as she hit the wood and it began to tip over. Glinda heard something clatter on the floor. The chirp turned into a distressed trill. Oh, no! She crept around to see if anything in the bucket could be saved. She had made a mess! Glinda chirped again, sadly, upset that she had messed things up. The pink glanced around and spotted a green pillie.
Another chirp, a cautious one, sounded in the air. Could she help with this?
