#girbius

[sagelysoldier]

Did you lose any body parts in the war? -Matty

Girbius: No.  As you can see, I am still in one piece. *the old faun holds his arms out as if to demonstrate, smiling ruefully, then lowers his arms again* If one is in a battle, one must count on being wounded in some way, but I was fortunate enough to be able to keep my limbs. 

[sagelysoldier]

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Girbius Headcanon: Snow, war, and housing.

Snow: With the exception of the unnatural 100 Year Winter, Girbius accepts snow the same way he accepts sunshine, rain, heat, or cold.  It is a part of the normal weather cycle of the world, neither good nor bad; it simply is.  Like everyone else, though, he grew tired of snow after 100 years of nothing but!  As such, he does not get excited when the first snowfall comes.  As long as the seasons come and go as they should, something must be right.

War: Unfortunately, creatures with conflicting ideas and values are not always able to settle things amicably.  Girbius would love it if the fighting stopped for good, but as long as it continues he will fight for those who can't.  He is very much a believer of 'live and let live', but he also believes that when others won't do so, then the people have the right to defend themselves.

Housing: Girbius has a very small cottage, and the door is usually open while he is at home.  Animals come and go as they please, and it is not unusual to find him napping on his low bed in the corner.

[sagelysoldier]

Cats~

Girbius is rarely seen without an animal of some sort nearby, Talking or not.  He has a special place in his heart for felines, though.  Aslan is a possible influence, but if that’s the case it’s a subconscious one. 

He can’t really relate to the curtain-climbing exuberance of kittens, but lounging in a patch of sunshine strikes him as being the perfect way to spend an afternoon.  The sound of a purring cat is soothing to Girbius, and knowing that cats interact with others very much on their terms, he considers it a special honor when one deigns to approach him in friendship.

[sagelysoldier]

Drabble: Birth

The old faun gave a jaw-splitting yawn as he tossed a small bundle of old dish towels into the fire.  The bloodstained fabric caught quickly, and the room of his small hut was bathed in yellow light as the fire hungrily consumed the cloth. 

A sleepy orange tabby lifted her head and squinted at the sudden light, curling her body more snugly around three squeaking balls of fur.  The little ones were now dry; their mother had finally allowed Girbius to replace the old bedding with a clean blanket, rather than hissing as she had (understandably) done earlier.

"Well, now, I think it’s time to call it a night.  Wouldn’t you agree, milady?"  Girbius whispered, lightly stroking the cat’s cheek with a gnarled forefinger.  The cat, unable to respond to him in his own language, pushed the top of her head into the cup of his palm and purred appreciatively.

Girbius wondered how long the stray and her family would lodge with him, but he was not in a hurry to see them go.

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*It is rare that Girbius sees a human with such expressive eyes, and he gives a polite nod of his horned head* Good day, Daughter of Eve. ~Girbius

-wiggles fingers in greeting and then, remembering her manors, curtsies- 

Good afternoon, faun! How are you? -rises from her spot on the garden bench- Would you like to sit here? 

[sagelysoldier]

Tired || Girbius and Open

((Time for Girbius to say hello!  This first starter is open to anyone, and more than one person can take it.  Don't be shy; he likes company!))

Girbius tilted his head ruminatively to one side as he gazed up at the stars.  As old as he was, he had never learned the knack of stargazing; that he left to the centaurs.  It was said that the centaurs (or, at least, some of them) could learn about future events just by looking up at those celestial beings, reduced to mere points of lights by distance though they were.  Girbius knew that there were secrets to be found up there.  Unfortunately, they were mere points of light to him and nothing more.

The elderly faun sighed, puffing frozen fog from his nose and bringing his panpipes to his lips.  The tune he played was somber and slow, reflecting his mood.  There was only one secret he wished to know, but he knew that they would have to wait and see.  However the war would finally end was ultimately up to Aslan.

Oh, but he was tired.  The expression 'old as the hills' almost literally applied to Girbius, for he had been birthed from the very ground and possessed no mortal parents.  He had seen it all, and in quiet moments like this, it showed.  As the last low, wavering note issued forth from his instrument, he twitched one goat-like ear and turned his head to see who approached him.  His back ached, and so he remained sitting where he was and gave a slow, gracious nod.  "Good evening."