The following three days were strange and awkward. Altair wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with an owl shaped Malik.
One the first day, Altair had followed Malik like a worried chicken. Anywhere he went, Malik came with. He would clutch the owl in his arms and go about his normal Grand Master duties. Which meant he had to deal with an angry, pecking owl for a lot longer than he had ever had at any other point in his life.
The second day, Altair went the exact opposite route. He left the owl completely alone. As soon as he was awake, he was in his study, focused on other things. It seemed the better choice until a little after lunch, two novices stepped into his office. One of them was cradling a very familiar owl while the other looked like he had just killed something. Altair was instantly on his feet and over to the novices.
"What happened?" He demanded.
The novices glanced at each other. "Well, we were out training and this owl came out of no where." The novice holding the bird shifted. The movement caused a grumpy hoot to come from the bird. "We didn't even know it was there until Jamil threw me on top of it."
"You threw him at Ma-- the owl?" He asked, just managing to correct himself.
"I didn't mean to!" Jamil said, quickly. "But, it's okay! The owls totally fine." He gestured to the owl in question.
The, as yet unnamed novice, lifted the owl in his arms. Gingerly, Altair pulled Malik into his arms. When he did, Malik shifted and puffed up. It seemed that he didn't think he was nearly as damaged as everyone seems to think they are.
"Bendi said that he saw you carry the owl around yesterday," Jamil said, glancing at the novice next to him.
Now named, Bendi, nodded quickly. "Uhm, is he going to be okay?" He asked.
Altair was slightly shocked at how much concern the novices showed. Vaguely he wondered if there was some strange spiritual thing going on. When Malik was in human form, the novices cared greatly for him. If the man was gone too long the novices started to complain and bother Altair about his whereabouts.
"He'll be fine. Return to your training," he said and turned around. He knew the novices had left when the door clicked shut behind him. He looked down at the owl, who was glaring up at him. "You are the only person I know who could possibly say they were crushed by a novice while looking like an owl."
Malik twittered angrily at him.
That was the second day.
The third day was a perfect median. Altair didn't drag Malik every where he went but he mad Malik promise to stay in his study. Despite Malik's first grumbling and clucking, he eventually agreed and stayed in the study. Now that they had found this median, the two could finally work on a way to get Malik back to normal. Although, so far, they hadn't gotten any more progress.
"Maybe you could just apologize to the Apple," Altair suggest.
The Apple of Eden sat between the two males. Altair was leaning against the desk with his chin in the palm of his hand. Malik was nestled across from him, he had made quite the nest out of papers he deemed worthless.
At Altair's words, he clicked his beak and ruffled his feathers.
Altair chuckled slightly. "Right, I forgot, it's not a live." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had dropped his hood hours ago as the shade-device wasn't helping him think any better.
There was a sigh from Malik, more of a puff of air than a sound of distress. The owl tilted his head forward and dropped his beak on top of the Apple.
Both of them were out of ideas. Although, in Malik's defense, he had more, Altair just couldn't understand any of the signals he had been trying to give.
Re: Owlish Intentions [4/x]
One the first day, Altair had followed Malik like a worried chicken. Anywhere he went, Malik came with. He would clutch the owl in his arms and go about his normal Grand Master duties. Which meant he had to deal with an angry, pecking owl for a lot longer than he had ever had at any other point in his life.
The second day, Altair went the exact opposite route. He left the owl completely alone. As soon as he was awake, he was in his study, focused on other things. It seemed the better choice until a little after lunch, two novices stepped into his office. One of them was cradling a very familiar owl while the other looked like he had just killed something. Altair was instantly on his feet and over to the novices.
"What happened?" He demanded.
The novices glanced at each other. "Well, we were out training and this owl came out of no where." The novice holding the bird shifted. The movement caused a grumpy hoot to come from the bird. "We didn't even know it was there until Jamil threw me on top of it."
"You threw him at Ma-- the owl?" He asked, just managing to correct himself.
"I didn't mean to!" Jamil said, quickly. "But, it's okay! The owls totally fine." He gestured to the owl in question.
The, as yet unnamed novice, lifted the owl in his arms. Gingerly, Altair pulled Malik into his arms. When he did, Malik shifted and puffed up. It seemed that he didn't think he was nearly as damaged as everyone seems to think they are.
"Bendi said that he saw you carry the owl around yesterday," Jamil said, glancing at the novice next to him.
Now named, Bendi, nodded quickly. "Uhm, is he going to be okay?" He asked.
Altair was slightly shocked at how much concern the novices showed. Vaguely he wondered if there was some strange spiritual thing going on. When Malik was in human form, the novices cared greatly for him. If the man was gone too long the novices started to complain and bother Altair about his whereabouts.
"He'll be fine. Return to your training," he said and turned around. He knew the novices had left when the door clicked shut behind him. He looked down at the owl, who was glaring up at him. "You are the only person I know who could possibly say they were crushed by a novice while looking like an owl."
Malik twittered angrily at him.
That was the second day.
The third day was a perfect median. Altair didn't drag Malik every where he went but he mad Malik promise to stay in his study. Despite Malik's first grumbling and clucking, he eventually agreed and stayed in the study. Now that they had found this median, the two could finally work on a way to get Malik back to normal. Although, so far, they hadn't gotten any more progress.
"Maybe you could just apologize to the Apple," Altair suggest.
The Apple of Eden sat between the two males. Altair was leaning against the desk with his chin in the palm of his hand. Malik was nestled across from him, he had made quite the nest out of papers he deemed worthless.
At Altair's words, he clicked his beak and ruffled his feathers.
Altair chuckled slightly. "Right, I forgot, it's not a live." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had dropped his hood hours ago as the shade-device wasn't helping him think any better.
There was a sigh from Malik, more of a puff of air than a sound of distress. The owl tilted his head forward and dropped his beak on top of the Apple.
Both of them were out of ideas. Although, in Malik's defense, he had more, Altair just couldn't understand any of the signals he had been trying to give.