ORIGIN - father-son (???) bonding

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Well, he wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this situation—one moment he was hanging out in the bone fortresses, taking a dump, and the next he was carrying a fluffy little baby through the caves to Polaris for exploration and magic practice in a place with marginally less consequence. At least he could work out the soreness in his wings and limbs with such an escapade.

Of course, it had. But the exertion had Eythan wheezing for air and, if he could, sweating bullets. As soon as he had deposited the precious cargo of Morigarra, he landed heavily and fell slack. They'd be staying here for a while, he demurred. What fun.

@Morigarra

It had been an ordeal to get Morigarra away from Canis, but it had happened. At first he had been reluctant - wanting nothing more than the company of his father. Being near Carni was all that it took to calm the boy down. He'd caused quite a ruckus when his uncle Eytan had begun ushering him out of the fortress of bone and rock; but now that they had made their way (and Mori was unable to stop the progression of events, being the cargo), he went slack and just let it happen. He wouldn't have been able to find his way home from here anyways. The chick was only a day or so old by now and he was quite developed already, having gotten used to his big stupid feet, his balance, and the ability to walk properly - running would take effort, and right now he was playing the part of a lump, totally disinterested in anything even vaguely Eytan shaped, as he was deposited on to the ground again.

Casting a side-eyed glance to hell on legs, flicked an ear in mild amusement. Between gulps of air, he murmured lightly, "the world's your oyster." With his air supply somewhat adequately refilled, he eased up onto his haunches. "Make what you'd like of it," he offered softly, tucking in tanned wings and standing up slowly. Canis offered a veritable menagerie of things to investigate, yet they were all similar after a while; each landmark featured dry old bones useless for feeding and dusty old dirt that made his eyes hurt. While there was a plethora of sights along the way, the core was easily the most variegated of the caves.

He heard the creature speak, or rather he knew it made sounds, but the boy wasn't old enough yet. He could walk, whistle, make weird squawking sounds, but not talk. Maybe by being out in the world he would pick some stuff up? For now though, he was just a blob. He didn't want to get up and the look he cast to Eytan said as much; then, as his big new eyes trailed along the creature's wings, they narrowed. Why did Carni have those? Why did Eytan? Why didn't he? The boy wiggled his torso and imagined what it would be like to have those -- those -- things. Big and pretty and covered in feathers! But... Then he glanced at himself and with a little "Pmmmpphrp." he sounded his discontent.

When he didn't find a response other than a kind of cute noise of discontentment, Eythan suddenly remembered just how new the neonate was. Trying to remember how to do simple birdsong, he gave off a pathetic, warbling squeal that gave off no meaning whatsoever. Puffing up the feathering about his throat, he tried again and failed again. "At least you can make cute noises," he murmured before leaning down to tuck his beak under the lump. "I know you wanna go back home to dad, but at least humor me a little and try exploring?"

When his uncle (???) began making similar noises to him, Mori seemed to perk up. He lifted his head from off his chest and turned it slightly, as if that would make him hear better. He didn't give Eytan all that much attention though; he was perturbed, and like any agitated child he was being immature about it. He kept talking though, and then before Mori knew it there was a sensation of something hard and cold against his bottom. The chick squawked and pushed his chest down, giving him an odd appearance as he resisted the bigger creature's prodding. Mori turned his head sharply on his long neck and moved as if to snap at Eytan's face with his little beak; it was useless but made him feel better, whether it worked or not.

A little bit of pride in his uncle (???) abilities blossomed as the chick perked up, if only a little. But alas, it seemed the indignant child was going to be a bit of a brat. As was expected with any youth. Heedless to Morigarra's attempts to stay down and assault him, the hybrid nudged his beak upwards, trying to coax the neonate onto his feet. Eythan would die before he quit trying to encourage the young mind to explore and take in the world before Carni put him in perpetual Dad Jail^TM. As a stray poke got dangerously close to his eye, he gave a bit of a warning squeal. Baby beaks hurt when they destroyed your corneas.

With enough prodding, yeah, he had to get up. When he did it was with a look of absolute betrayal painted across his face. He was more or less, thrown from his lump-spot and made to stand on his two big feet. He swayed a bit, but with the forward momentum provided by Eytan, he was up and roaming. Each stride put distance between himself and NotDad, and as he went he seemed to calm down. Morigarra moseyed more than anything but he investigated as he went - poking at things on the floor, picking at plant growths, and generally probing at everything with his face because he didn't have any freakin' arms.

Finally, the minute dinosaur had gotten to his oversized feet and was strutting around on the cavern floor. Akin to a pigeon's mannerisms, if Eythan had ever met one or known what they were. Most of the stuff Mori looked at was uninteresting to the hybrid, but he wasn't going to put down the cultivation of knowledge. Carni should be proud of him for being such a good uncle to his son. Lazily, he laid down to watch the cassowary check out what's up, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that might swoop down to ruin their day.

He didn't go far.

The more he walked the better he got at it, until he was strutting around and pecking aimlessly at things that looked neat. Sometimes - most of the time, really - they were just shiny bits of rock. Upon lifting one stone he found something tiny - a skittering newt-thing, eager to get back to hiding. Mori ducked and watched it in the manner of a tyrannosaurus eyeing its next meal; his big eye illuminated around the scurrying thing. The tiny critter spooked easily and ran a bee-line away from Morigarra, who went charging after it with a gleeful little chirp.

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