Breakthrough!
Author's Note: Apologies for the briefness. Details at sparkleferret
Alter returned to the edge of the pool and climbed onto the overlord’s outstretched hand, and stepped delicately onto the edge of the pool. She shook off the water, and headed off for a pile of warm-looking towels to burrow in. Keeper was none too pleased, as he had only just recently washed them. He moved towards the towels to retrieve the creature but was stopped by a larger, fuzzier creature lifting him out of the air by his collar. He was dropped unceremoniously by a corner of the pool.
“Roy, let the weasel burrow.” Said the Evil Ferret Overlord.
“I just washed those towels yesterday. They do not need to be covered in ferret fur.” Keeper protested.
“Sheddy towels are not nearly as inconvenient as Wet Ferret Smell.” The Evil Ferret Overlord reasoned.
“Wet Ferret Smell equals very pervasive.” Agreed Philippe.
“You can clean the towels then, next time” said Keeper.
“We’ll see about that.” The Evil Ferret Overlord stretched out along the edge of the pool and trailed a sharp claw through the water, just to make sure that Maureen the duck was suitably nervous. Maureen remained on the other side of the pool, picking at her wetsuit. In her hybrid brain, she had an image. One which suggested that something had been on that wetsuit. Something that enabled her to fly a little better. Lots of somethings, actually. Somethings kind of like that stuff above her eyes and on her head and neck, but thicker. They came in groups. Maureen could see these things, but the word “feathers” had long since slipped from her memory, as had the majority of the English language, and the few foreign words she had picked up from following the more worldly dungeon denizens around, so she contented herself to pick at the wetsuit and study her feet, which also seemed wrong.
“Almost is pitiful.” Philippe commented.
“Almost. But meddling publicity-whore dancers deserve to be smitey-smite-smitten. Pitying is most unferrety anyway, unless harm has come to one’s own ferrety self.” The Evil Ferret Overlord chuckled as Maureen flailed back and forth.
Alter returned to the edge of the pool and climbed onto the overlord’s outstretched hand, and stepped delicately onto the edge of the pool. She shook off the water, and headed off for a pile of warm-looking towels to burrow in. Keeper was none too pleased, as he had only just recently washed them. He moved towards the towels to retrieve the creature but was stopped by a larger, fuzzier creature lifting him out of the air by his collar. He was dropped unceremoniously by a corner of the pool.
“Roy, let the weasel burrow.” Said the Evil Ferret Overlord.
“I just washed those towels yesterday. They do not need to be covered in ferret fur.” Keeper protested.
“Sheddy towels are not nearly as inconvenient as Wet Ferret Smell.” The Evil Ferret Overlord reasoned.
“Wet Ferret Smell equals very pervasive.” Agreed Philippe.
“You can clean the towels then, next time” said Keeper.
“We’ll see about that.” The Evil Ferret Overlord stretched out along the edge of the pool and trailed a sharp claw through the water, just to make sure that Maureen the duck was suitably nervous. Maureen remained on the other side of the pool, picking at her wetsuit. In her hybrid brain, she had an image. One which suggested that something had been on that wetsuit. Something that enabled her to fly a little better. Lots of somethings, actually. Somethings kind of like that stuff above her eyes and on her head and neck, but thicker. They came in groups. Maureen could see these things, but the word “feathers” had long since slipped from her memory, as had the majority of the English language, and the few foreign words she had picked up from following the more worldly dungeon denizens around, so she contented herself to pick at the wetsuit and study her feet, which also seemed wrong.
“Almost is pitiful.” Philippe commented.
“Almost. But meddling publicity-whore dancers deserve to be smitey-smite-smitten. Pitying is most unferrety anyway, unless harm has come to one’s own ferrety self.” The Evil Ferret Overlord chuckled as Maureen flailed back and forth.