Jun. 29th, 2011 10:24 pm
dreamermoa: (turning away)
[A darkened hotel room - one of those in Spero, for those of you keeping track. The view is at an odd angle, as though perhaps it turned on accidentally. In the gloom you can pick out the back of Moa's head, against the far side of the bed.

There's a shuffling noise, some rattling, and a tinny voice speaks up.

I love you.

[Nothing moves. The rattling begins again, and a bird's foot comes into view.]

I love you. [Again there's no response. The bird whistles like a tea kettle, it's head bobbing into view.] I love you. You're such a pretty bird.

[The girl doesn't move. It howls like a wolf, obviously trying to get her attention by now.]

You're such a pretty bird.

What a good boy.

I love you.

I love you.

[The feed times out.]


Mar. 26th, 2011 01:17 am
dreamermoa: (great scarf of birds)
[The first few moments of this post seem to be filled with gentle rustling. It's not entirely clear what exactly is rustling, or why Moa would turn the communicator on for it, but once it calms down, she offers a phrase.]

I love you.

[There's silence. Although it seems she was hoping for a response, she doesn't sound perturbed. She just repeats herself instead:]

I love you.

[This time, a voice answers her back. It's definitely not human - it's higher and almost tinny. But the words are clear: ]

I love you.

[Moa laughs, pleased.]

Pretty bird.

Pretty bird.

How are you?

[No response this time. Now she addresses you, her audience.]

He doesn't know that one yet.

I'm thinking of naming him Minato.


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