Mischief|Beastlands

"Nert," spoke Krral, sounding oddly like a five year old, "Why the flowers change?"

The pair were currently travelling, getting on their way to their next destination. Endless wandering, that was all they ever did. They enoyed it however, and enjoyed each others' company. Krral whould occasionally scout ahead by air, and Nert would consult his own maps to find out where they were. It was an interesting quest. And they were quite fond of each other as travelling companions.

Krral was wearing a traveller's cloak made for her by Nert. Dark green in color, it had slits in the back where she could slide her wings through. Under this, she wore a brown tunic and leggings. Her boots were Nert's old ones, and she had no idea what leather was, but that was what it was made of. She yawned, making an unusual squawk of a crow as she did. Even if she was not born a Beast type, she would have most likely learned the crow language, anyway.

Nert was wearing an outfit almost identical to Krral. However, he had a belt around his waist. And on it, he kept his sword. The sword was well kept, and sharp at all times. On his left hand, he had his Earth sign, hidden under a glove with the middle and forefinger visible.

"They are, aren't they?" said Nert, sensing something strange about the situation, "Stay away from them, Krral."

"Yes," whispered Krral, stepping slightly away from the flower field.

((Midsummer isn't one of my favorite Shakespearean plays, but it's definately one of the wiredest. And I'm not letting you off that easy either. X3))

"Laughing," muttered Krral, still not quite under the spell yet. She touched her sign on her left shoulder slightly, listening, "Different from crows. Prettier."

Nert smiled a tiny bit, noticing the slight change in the atmosphere, but not taking it as too much. He did look in the direction of the field, however. He had never really seen flowers of the type before. Make a mental note of it, he looked back at his daughter, and sighed. Would she ever learn to talk correctly?

"Krral will go see," said the girl, spreading her black wings suddenly. The gust sent loose grass, petals, and leaves in every direction. She didn't look back, her eyes were closed. Instead, she was using her ears, remembering where the bird laugh had come from, "Curious about laugh."

With one strong flap of her wings, Krral was high up in the air. She felt the wind run through her hair and laughed a harse, crow-like laugh. She was free, she was who she was: a large black crow above the trees. She headed towards the bird laugh, and began her search. She left Nert alone, knowing full well that he could most likely take care of himself.

Sadly for her- and perhaps the Force as well -the first living thing Krral saw after being taken by the scent of the flowers was...well... the blue streak in the sky. And being a young woman who had been raised by a flock of birds, she did happen to have an eye for the nice male bird. Falling immediately and deeply in love, she picked up her pace. A very odd chase was to begin.

Meanwhile, Nert sat a good way away from the flowers now, sneezing. The pollen didn't seem to agree with his nose, and he sat among the green grass, waiting for Krral's return. Smiling to himself, he took out his journal and began writing at a high pace. His consiousness slowly melted completely into his work. Soon, none of the world around him seemed to exist, except for the tad bit of pollen still left on his clothes, which made him sneeze periodically.

Krral dropped down, her legs barely in landing position in time due to her excitement. She ignored the boy completely, and was now staring at the blue jay with deeply loving eyes. Without even touching her sign, she began cawing in her "native language", praising the wonderful blue bird. The vibrant colors, the black eyes, the way he flew across the sky. All of it had captivated her. For the first time, she honestly fell in love. However untrue of a love it was. She continued to stare, although to anyone else, to might have looked as if she was crazy. squawking away at the farm-boy.

Meanwhile, Nert sneezed again. He tried concentrating on the smell of grass instead.

((Let's leave Nert be. It might be funnier that way.

Edit: Oh, and I was helping out at the school festival, so I wasn't on for a while.))