Huma had been left at home. That had not, however, deterred him. He was older now, no longer a tiny and fluffy baby, but instead a patchwork mess of adult feathers and baby down. He had hobbled into Polaris with his wings beating valiantly (although he still wasn't able to fly on them), and now he hopped up on the drum and bounced on it, making a clacking noise with his toes but not a drum noise (he wasn't that heavy).
"Mama!" Huma chirped, voice still rough but becoming smoother.
"Followed you. What're you doing?" He lowered his head to peer into the hut at her.
He noticed the two rocks beside each other, and hopped off the drum to totter over, picking one up and banging them together to make noises. Lovely -- the child had found the noisemakers.
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East was subject to avian curiosity; it dragged him by a tight leash, guiding his awkward and wobbly flight path to a small booth standing out amongst giants. The place was quaint and cozy compared to the rest of the festival, somewhere to mill about amongst the chaos. If one were feeling bushed, they might relax upon the accommodating moss—a thoughtful addition, even if he could barely fit both feet on a pile without shredding the plush seating. But that wasn't the draw for him. No, the real eye-grabbers were the little collection spread out for prospective customers.
A child he might be, but toys were a foreign concept. The closest thing to playtime he knew was the unfortunate time he'd accidentally discovered handpuppetry. It was a good thing skeletons couldn't feel; he sure felt bad trying to reattach that Lesser's skull. So, seeing such creations, they were oddities for the bird.
That didn't mean he was incapable of admiring them. Keen eyes took in the bones arranged to the shape of something distinct from that of a creature, not quite understanding the figure in front but still quietly amused by the sight. The simple, smiling rock he contemplated, debating whether to start a conversation with it in jest.
The ragdoll, though, was truly a head-turner. And by that, his head tilted far enough to the side it almost could have started spinning like a wheel. He lifted it and watched its limbs flop around. What sort of purpose did something so flimsy serve?
He froze at the question about his sibling, and laughed a little nervously before giving a noncommittal shrug. It was not exactly in Huma's nature to care about anything beyond his own beak, which... frequently came back to bite him in the tail. Then, his head snapped nearly all the way around towards Comet, who he recalled with disdain -- the white, furry beast wasn't very smart as far as he was concerned.
He turned back to his mother.
"Got bored! Aerie's prolly okay. They've got a handle of themself!" He kept banging the cymbals together, and then dropped them in favor of hopping back on his rock.
"Lots of people!" he cried.
"See you!"
Then, Huma was waddling off as fast as his little legs could carry him, wings still beating valiantly (though to minimal avail) as he tried to find something
else that was of any interest to him.
/exit huma, unless stopped
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Although he'd never say it aloud, the enthusiastic shouting took him by surprise. Coming from the lizard, it was like hearing a thunderclap where the rainfall was only a drizzle. His grip tightened slightly over the ragdoll, crest feathers quivering with a hint of alarm. The tell was subtle, the rest of his demeanor unruffled in every sense of the word, but one nonetheless. He straightened his head from its cocked position and locked onto the diminutive proprietor's sales pitch.
"Twigbound." Tone wavered between amused and plain bemused while East dared another look at what he held. The twine figure lay innocently in a set of talons. Following the instructional summary, he manipulated the toy into a standing position. This took a couple more tries than preferred, the difficulty being keeping it still enough to maneuver all four stubby legs into place on the table. He regarded it with another head tilt and a considering hum.
Could be good as a decoy—a tiny one. Something to think over. As he did so, his gaze shifted back over the rest of the premade wares and settled upon the bone cart. The pieces skillfully interlocked in a way appealing to the eye. He was not a crafty sort, but this might be an expert to nab an opinion from.
East waited as the wolf sorted out her commission. Time was filled by posing the ragdoll some more, the result of boredom and maybe a growing attachment to the object. When attention turned to him, he preened, a subconscious move for the sake of appearances. Speaking, his voice stayed low with a conversationalist's easy chirp.
"I'll say, you've sure got a knack for things. Move, bang, hold. Is cutting stuff simple to make?" His wing prepared to raise and wave away any attempt to make a sale based off the question. "Mind, I'm all set on taking Twiggy there if you let me zip off to grab a shiny of mine. Just asking for a pal. He's got a broken thing, can't even cut a mouse's whisker anymore."
@Sharp
East nodded. "Will do."
The stinking rot of the matter was where he could find this Pegasus. An inquiry had barely whistled past his beak when the lizard, lightning-quick, scurried off to work. He cut himself off with a decisive clack. Better not waste the breath now and save it for later.
Nevertheless, the bird couldn't help but stare after her speedy retreat, nerves zapped as if by a stray bolt. Was that level of energy normal? Just to check, he spared a glance at the other customer there. It didn't provide a definitive answer.
But putting aside the momentary bafflement, a "shiny" needed to be recovered. Here's to hoping he remembered exactly what nook it was stuffed in. He gave the twine ragdoll a gentle poke of farewell; it swayed in place but did not fall over. Then in a sharp pivot and a flurry of wingbeats, he was up and away, careening through the bustling crowd.
-Temporary Exit