[Video]Twenty-Fourth Flower

[heart_of_courage]

[Toboe sits just outside the Travel Agency, watching the crowds of people walking to and fro in the city. Every now and then he gets to his feet, tail wagging as someone notices him on their way, but with a pat or a wave they're gone and he is back to sitting again, watching. The many new smells hit his nose with each person. Different worlds, different smells, new faces. It's all a thrill and an exciting new adventure.

And somewhere, buried in his fur, a small glimmer of hope tries to find those familiar smells among the sea of Desai citizens and newcomers.]

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[not-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[he goes quiet for a moment, thoughtful.] I might be able to call in a favour. Nothing dangerous. If you want to know how it feels to fly. This dog I know may have mentioned something about dreaming about flying.... Do you dream when you sleep? I know some animals don't, but I don't know a whole lot about wolves.

[he lands on Toboe's head when they stopped] As a bird, I get what it means to be jumpy. Loud noises are not all they're cracked up to be. Nothing wrong with running away. You live longer that way. And getting hit with a pan sounds like it sucks.

[looks up at the door] So. Do we knock, or something?

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[he wags his tail at the idea, waiting for the right moment]

I do dream, more than most of my pack mates, according to them. Usually it's just about Granny though.

And I apologize, but here comes another loud noise. No pots though I hope

[At a sound from inside, Toboe gives a sharp bark, wagging his tail. If Tsume could see him now, he would not hear the end of it. But he liked people. And there was nothing wrong with getting free food.]

As good as knocking...

[He goes quiet when an older woman opens the door, all smiles and strange accent as she carries on a conversation with them in another language before finally disappearing back into the store.]

[not-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[at the bark, Matthew startles and takes wing, flying to a ledge above the door. Jumpy bird reflexes, he can't help it. He waits quietly while the woman is within earshot. When she goes back inside, he caws to himself as if he's clearing his throat]

Yeah, that bark was pretty effective. And she didn't look like she wanted to scare you off, so that's a pretty great start to a meal. Say, do you have any idea what she was saying? When I'm "on the job" I have a certain flair for languages, but not so much since I've come here. Some really weird languages in a place like this. All kinds of new people.

[he is babbling and hopping around a bit. He's just getting anxious over a fresh meal.]

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately not. [He tilts his head to one side] I don't speak very many languages at all, but she's a nice lady and she understands enough when she sees me.

[He goes silent again as the old woman comes back with a large bowl of meat scraps, stroking between Toboe's ears and under his chin. When she's gone back inside he looks up at Matthew.]