[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
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Aava watched, fascinated, as the delicious prey before her vanished into a shadow, but the voice persisted. Now the person holding her was also talking. The conversation was a strange language she couldn't understand. The only thing jumping up to her was the combination of sounds that formed a word.
[i]Aava.[/i]
Large eyes blinked curiously, ragged breaths moved a bony ribcage back and forth in the clutch of someone familiar.
Then the prey appeared again before them, a dark mass from a shadow. This startled Aava, making her blink rapidly and open her mouth for a little nib. Even as she tried to extend her neck for a taste, though, she was too far away.
[i]Not hunting time.[/i]
Oh, that was right. Aava glanced back at the man holding her loosely, something a little like apology in her fishy eyes.
[i]Didn't mean to. Just hungry.[/i]
[color=teal]"Gggghhhrrrgh?"[/color] Aava gurgled curiously then. She was remembering something. A lifetime ago, really. Just a hint.
[color=teal]"Ghhr...minä... Aava?"[/color] [i](translation: me... Aava?)[/i] Her voice sounded dry like it wasn't meant for talking and like she hadn't used it in a millenia. Maybe there were her first words in a very very long time, indeed.
The dull morning fog was already disappearing, but the remnants of it were faintly swirling in the air like a dance, slowly floating towards them and against Aava's skin. The mist particles seemed to be pulling towards her, like she was controlling them unconsciously in an attempt to scrape any little moisture she could from the surrounding area. It wasn't enough, but it seemed to calm her somewhat, the fog flowing on her skin and absorbing into it like a starved plant.
Aava blinked at the man who was now gesturing at them. She looked back at the familiar man again, unsure of what to do. It seemed that now the creature realised for the second time how out of its element it truly was.