{PRP}Twisted Trunks Telling Tall Tales
Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2024 9:02 pm
A gentle click of strong, sturdy beak, the subtle squish of moss. Head slung low, drinking from a clear pool. Delicate lifted his beak, little rivulets streaming down his iridescent feathers as Fragile Form used her hooves to scrape bark, capturing a gesture of his neck, the way his beak curved so sharply. How shapely his legs, how fine his feathery mane. After a few moments of quick scrapings, she took a moment, set aside the birch shavings and stretching out her hoof. Delicate yawned, stretched, and then flopped against her side lazily. It was a fine day, to rest, and relax. The only thing that could make it better would be more personable company, but her children had scattered to the winds, and would not come home until winter, at the earliest. Her brief morose mood was broken as Delicate leaned his head over, and gently dragged his beak through her hair.