So a few yards away, in both horizontal and vertical distance, Mel stops what she was doing (not a lot) and kicks her legs out from under her, dropping into a cross-legged position on hr skaterug.
The bison raises his giant head and keeps an eye on Mel, while the boy seems completely distracted by the turtleducks. Or rather, on trying to catch the turtleducks.
Well...not yet he's not. But, the afternoon isn't over yet. One of the turtleducklings is lagging behind the others, and Aang's face lights up like an effigy on Avatar Day. He sticks out his tongue in concentration, and then makes his move.
And boy, can this kid move. He's fast...and yet, still not fast enough to avoid the Momma. She turns on him before he can get a airscooter formed, catches his ankle with her bill.
Mel's instincts kick in (she's not in the laws, shut up, this is more primitive than that) and she gives chase, leaping onto her feet, leaning her weight forward and zipping through the air, towards him, with as much speed and skill as anyone used to living in three dimensions.
When she gives chase, Aang ditches the ball of air, opting instead to leap. His clothing billows as his jumps are lengthened by the force of the air he's moving around himself.
That's some power he's got there. Against manyother people he;d have he advantage, but Mel makes a habit of leaping onto self powered moving vehicles with dangerous slipstreams of their own, usually with the height stakes orders of magnitude higher.
She continues on her rug for speed, before launching herself off it, hurling herself at the kid's waist, football tackle style.
Stupid stupid stupid. He should have looked to see who he was talking to, instead of just talking. If he had he could easily have gotten more distance between them, and she wouldn't now be wrestling him to the ground.
"I'm not going back!"
He doesn't go down without a fight, and wow is he a slippery little bugger.
So a few yards away, in both horizontal and vertical distance, Mel stops what she was doing (not a lot) and kicks her legs out from under her, dropping into a cross-legged position on hr skaterug.
And watches him.
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He's sneaking ever closer. Closer. Clooooooser.
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Then she flicks her gaze to the kid, and back, jerking her head kidwards while raising a questioning eyebrow.
This thing yours?
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Take that as you will.
MEANWHILE:
Sneeeeeeak. Sneaksneak. A slight dodge around some of the drier reeds, and onward with sneaking.
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Mel shrugs, and settles back, watching.
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One of the turtleducklings is lagging behind the others, and Aang's face lights up like an effigy on Avatar Day. He sticks out his tongue in concentration, and then makes his move.
And boy, can this kid move. He's fast...and yet, still not fast enough to avoid the Momma. She turns on him before he can get a airscooter formed, catches his ankle with her bill.
"Yipes!"
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"Well played, kid."
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"Thanks!" he says with not a trace of cynicism.
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"What're you gonna do when you've caught one?"
The idea of catching and letting go isn't really one she considers.
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He turns, takes in the lady on the flying carpet, and his eyes widen in terror.
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"What?"
This isn't even her scary face!
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Mel's instincts kick in (she's not in the laws, shut up, this is more primitive than that) and she gives chase, leaping onto her feet, leaning her weight forward and zipping through the air, towards him, with as much speed and skill as anyone used to living in three dimensions.
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That's some power he's got there. Against manyother people he;d have he advantage, but Mel makes a habit of leaping onto self powered moving vehicles with dangerous slipstreams of their own, usually with the height stakes orders of magnitude higher.
She continues on her rug for speed, before launching herself off it, hurling herself at the kid's waist, football tackle style.
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"I'm not going back!"
He doesn't go down without a fight, and wow is he a slippery little bugger.
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