Touch of Nature - Prompt #22 Winifred
Title: Touch of Nature
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse and pre-canon)
Characters: Winifred
Prompt: 22. Learn
Word Count: 327
Rating: G
Summary: Small Winifred is awed by Nature.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files don't belong to me.
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Winifred spread her fingers, lightly pressing their tips against the springy, cool covering of moss on the oak's massive trunk. Mam had gone on ahead a ways and she was alone for a moment.
And there it was again... the tingle.
She tilted her head back as far as it would go and looked up and up, past twisting, gnarled branches and into the green of the canopy, eyes widening in wonder.
The tingle crept its way up her arm, blooming in her chest, and she giggled. It had begun to feel this way whenever she touched trees, flowers, the earth... sometimes, even, when she stood, eyes closed, facing into the wind.
"Ttchack!"
Winifred blinked and snapped her gaze to a nearby branch, the tickly, warm feeling evaporating in her surprise. "Oh, hello!" she greeted her visitor.
The Jackdaw tipped its sleek head to one side and studied the little girl with a bright eye. "Ttchack!"
"I am almost six," Winifred offered. "And my mam is teaching me about bluebells today!"
This time, a shift of an inch or two on its perch and a fluffing of grey feathers at its nape were was the only answer. It canted to peer at her with the other eye.
"Mam said I am old enough now," she went on proudly. "She promised to teach me a lot of things about plants." Moving closer to the bird, she continued in a lower tone, "I feel something when I touch this tree. Do you?"
Startled, it hopped further away before answering. "Ttchack."
"I thought you might." She was filled with childish confidence that the pretty bird could understand and reply. Then, hearing her mother's call, Winifred smiled, "I had better go or mam will worry. Good-bye!"
She ran to find her mother, a flutter of wings and flash of grey and black in slanting shafts of sunlight marking its own departure as the Jackdaw flew off in search of more curiosities.
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse and pre-canon)
Characters: Winifred
Prompt: 22. Learn
Word Count: 327
Rating: G
Summary: Small Winifred is awed by Nature.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files don't belong to me.
***
Winifred spread her fingers, lightly pressing their tips against the springy, cool covering of moss on the oak's massive trunk. Mam had gone on ahead a ways and she was alone for a moment.
And there it was again... the tingle.
She tilted her head back as far as it would go and looked up and up, past twisting, gnarled branches and into the green of the canopy, eyes widening in wonder.
The tingle crept its way up her arm, blooming in her chest, and she giggled. It had begun to feel this way whenever she touched trees, flowers, the earth... sometimes, even, when she stood, eyes closed, facing into the wind.
"Ttchack!"
Winifred blinked and snapped her gaze to a nearby branch, the tickly, warm feeling evaporating in her surprise. "Oh, hello!" she greeted her visitor.
The Jackdaw tipped its sleek head to one side and studied the little girl with a bright eye. "Ttchack!"
"I am almost six," Winifred offered. "And my mam is teaching me about bluebells today!"
This time, a shift of an inch or two on its perch and a fluffing of grey feathers at its nape were was the only answer. It canted to peer at her with the other eye.
"Mam said I am old enough now," she went on proudly. "She promised to teach me a lot of things about plants." Moving closer to the bird, she continued in a lower tone, "I feel something when I touch this tree. Do you?"
Startled, it hopped further away before answering. "Ttchack."
"I thought you might." She was filled with childish confidence that the pretty bird could understand and reply. Then, hearing her mother's call, Winifred smiled, "I had better go or mam will worry. Good-bye!"
She ran to find her mother, a flutter of wings and flash of grey and black in slanting shafts of sunlight marking its own departure as the Jackdaw flew off in search of more curiosities.