The fact that Yautja have music means that they have singers. Musicians even. Somebody has to be manning the drums and harmonizing with the chorus. And that is so interesting to me.
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She was a noisy strange thing to him. But he had long accepted her oddities as they intrigued him. Afterall it was her striking and sudden spirit that had caught his attention in the first place. He had never actually expected her to even step foot near him, let alone accept his offer. But now actually growing to know the other was....a very difficult task.
Before taking her to Yautja Prime, Vaud'ti and Meg had agreed to go to a deep human forest to have time to understand the other. Besides if she didn't have the mettle she would certainly die on the planet incredibly fast, he did like her spirit but needed to see how far it would carry. Unbeknownst to him she was very much thinking the same thing.
Aside of her being human, he realized he didn't actually know what he wanted in a mate, beyond the obvious physical attributes. Maybe that was him growing wiser and realizing there was more to it than just the surface level, or perhaps she was just so different, it didn't have to just be surface level.
At first it was simply adjusting to each other's differences as separate species, having to be so careful all the time made him wonder if he made a mistake. Like she was an egg too delicate to touch. After a few days more he did realize she thought of him as very much the same, too rough and aggressive to provoke.
Did she fear him? No. It was more....treating him like a bomb. Which for some odd reason made him bristle a little. He was trying to be careful but his efforts only seemed to make it worse. This mate thing definitely was more than he had anticipated.
When he wondered if this was all for nothing, she would always surprise him. Enough to pull his attention away from his own doubts. Either by puzzling him or alluring him in some way, often both at once. He had no way of knowing it yet, but Meg felt comfortable around him. Well a bit less to do with him and more being free of the constraints of earth.
She could sit by a stream and simply.....be. It had been a very long time since she could do that. At first she would just sit and sit with her thoughts, Vaud'ti assumed she was surveying for possible prey. But no, she was letting all of her senses soak in the sounds of nature. Something she hadn't done in the city in so long, simply sitting in it felt healing. When she had agreed to join him here she realized this might be the last few days of her life ever hearing earth's music again. Would Creator forgive her for leaving?
So she stayed with the brook weaving beads whenever they weren't trying to talk or do whatever it was he thought would prove herself to be worthy. Often she just laughed, which also puzzled him more than angered him. All humans could not be like her, she was too clever and purposeful about it all.
She was nothing but noise, yet so was he in his own way. At some point she told him, half miming it all despite the translator device, that they were exact opposites. He was deep and 'growly' as she explained and she was higher and soft. Except when she was mad then it was unexpectedly quiet and sharp. This opposite did amuse them both, earning a hearthy chuckle from him. Whenever he laughed she always bared her fangs in a very silly way, apparently humans did this often but she had small incisors sharper than usual, almost like a pet of some kind.
This pleased him. But what did more was the fact that he realized she did not just meant he was deep for a Yautja, somehow despite not really knowing him or other Yautja. When she looked at him he felt seen. In a way he wasn't sure how to articulate. Her round full eyes gazed at him with a wiseness he did not come across often.
All of these things together, her softness, their high and low and the little quirks about her that made her so gentle, yet vicious and strange. They all went through his mind as he sat sharpening a blade. Not that he really needed a physical blade, it was more a ritual of familiarity than anything.
Suddenly a twinkle of a voice fluttered through the air catching his attention. Instantly he knew it was her but she was not calling him. The twinkle stayed high then gently fell back down like leaves swaying to the forest floor. Pausing his work, Vaud'ti sat up taller starting to understand what he was hearing.
Her voice hummed out loud as she sat by the brook, trying to sketch it but not particularly well, a haunting melodic tune with no words that carried up and down with the wind. Random humming turned into long soulful notes.
Vaud'ti sat in surprise for a moment longer realizing something he hadn't before. Humans had music. The thought had never occurred to him, they were such constant noise it all started to blur together at some point. Like animals scattering at random.
Seeing now his own assumption was foolish, as most of them about her were, he sat silently listening to her. Meg stayed trying to trace the curve of the brook in a way that made sense to her, but she was not an artist. It wasn't an exact replica drawing and more the feeling of lines that felt right as she sang and enjoyed the flow of the brook around her ankles.
The deep sound that came from further away would have startled her five weeks ago when they first met. But she had adjusted enough at this point to not get thrown off, though she did almost pause. It wasn't his usual clicking growl, it was.....longer.
The rumble that followed made her chest feel lighter as it dawned on her what she was hearing. The rumble turned over the edge and down into a crescending growl. Slowly turning around to see if he was near, her teeth grew into that silly fanged look again, understanding what he was doing.
He was singing. The two sides of a very different scale slowly beginning to find a near impossible to describe harmony.