Original: Feitd Froth (Aderina and Zooni) G
Title: Feitd Froth
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Aderina and Zooni (mention of Dekks)
Rating: G
Summary: Why is it always the disgusting thing that'll end up saving your life?
Warning: *Written for the Rainy Days challenge at womenverse.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from World of Warcraft, and womenverse and the Make Your Own Fandom challenge, with thanks.
Aderina grumbled as she pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders. It had been raining for hours, and the group had to stop because the wagons were stuck in the mud. Commander Dekks decided that it was best that they just set up camp for the night, giving them time to work on getting the wagons free.
It was days like this when she most wanted to be back within the safe walls of the city. Sure, life wasn't great for her, stuck in the dormitory... but at least there was no rain.
Having a mug shoved in her face, Aderina jumped and leaned back, then realized it was Zooni, the other Mage in the group, offering the steaming beverage.
"Drink this," he ordered, nodding and offering the mug again.
"What is it?" the younger Mage asked, giving it a preliminary sniff. Rearing back, Aderina's eyes were already watering from the smell.
"It's Feitd Froth," he replied, sitting next to her by the pathetic campfire. "Smells terrible, but it'll warm you up."
"Does it taste half as bad as it smells?" she asked, daring to take a second whiff before holding the cup away from her face. "That is disgusting."
Zooni was taking - or forcing - a sip of the beverage, himself, so he didn't answer right away. "We're heading into the fissure. Believe me," he nodded, "You're going to need this."
"Why? Is it gonna make me smell so bad the Grelks won't come near me?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm. At the look Zooni was giving her, Aderina rolled her eyes. "Great."
She had never seen a Grelk, of course, but knew of them from the storybooks they had in the dormitory, when she was younger. The demonic creatures were drawn to Mage power, and the caravan had two of them.
"Drink up, Kid."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Aderina and Zooni (mention of Dekks)
Rating: G
Summary: Why is it always the disgusting thing that'll end up saving your life?
Warning: *Written for the Rainy Days challenge at womenverse.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from World of Warcraft, and womenverse and the Make Your Own Fandom challenge, with thanks.
Aderina grumbled as she pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders. It had been raining for hours, and the group had to stop because the wagons were stuck in the mud. Commander Dekks decided that it was best that they just set up camp for the night, giving them time to work on getting the wagons free.
It was days like this when she most wanted to be back within the safe walls of the city. Sure, life wasn't great for her, stuck in the dormitory... but at least there was no rain.
Having a mug shoved in her face, Aderina jumped and leaned back, then realized it was Zooni, the other Mage in the group, offering the steaming beverage.
"Drink this," he ordered, nodding and offering the mug again.
"What is it?" the younger Mage asked, giving it a preliminary sniff. Rearing back, Aderina's eyes were already watering from the smell.
"It's Feitd Froth," he replied, sitting next to her by the pathetic campfire. "Smells terrible, but it'll warm you up."
"Does it taste half as bad as it smells?" she asked, daring to take a second whiff before holding the cup away from her face. "That is disgusting."
Zooni was taking - or forcing - a sip of the beverage, himself, so he didn't answer right away. "We're heading into the fissure. Believe me," he nodded, "You're going to need this."
"Why? Is it gonna make me smell so bad the Grelks won't come near me?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm. At the look Zooni was giving her, Aderina rolled her eyes. "Great."
She had never seen a Grelk, of course, but knew of them from the storybooks they had in the dormitory, when she was younger. The demonic creatures were drawn to Mage power, and the caravan had two of them.
"Drink up, Kid."