[Wild Roses] Trickwood Unification
Title: command decisions
'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Hernén, Arianhrod
Prompt: 42D "still"
Word Count: 375
Notes: box trap
promises and plans
*snap!*
She had the courtesy to wait until he was alone before she said his name and nearly gave him a heart attack.
It could have been worse, he supposed as Arianhrod stalked out of nowhere and he found himself waving politely to a chair, which she didn't take. She could have just come out of nowhere behind him and then they'd have both been embarrassed when he tried to hit her with lightning and she caught it with two fingers or a raised eyebrow.
Little dust devils were rising in her wake as she paced, and she was muttering something about keys, until something clicked in her head and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed, and didn't quite smile when he failed to take a step back.
"That idiot baroness is skimming from the traffic up that river," she told him, and he bared his teeth.
Her mouth quirked in a fleeting smile, because she knew exactly what he meant by the gesture and he'd bet she agreed with him. "I'd swear Ruadhan gave out my name to half the traders out there, and one of them called me," she explained, "I told him to take his time going back downriver, and to warn anyone he comes across to avoid the area, but we need to get word to those coming upriver."
He nodded, noticing the way she said neither 'I' nor 'you', and didn't bother to try to hide his anger because she wasn't a wolf. "I'll divert a few of the armed boats to the locks--she's probably found them and figures to either destroy them or thinks she can outfight us." He thought for a moment, then, carefully "May I ask you to help run the locks? You'd be faster than just about any of our other options, and that would get all the traders out of the way before we deal with that idiot."
Arianhrod hissed something in a language he didn't speak, and the tiny whirlwinds rose to knee level before they subsided with a sudden gasp of air into nothingness.
"Yes," she said, "I will run the locks for you. Good hunting."
He smiled at her, and after a moment, she smiled back, predatory as any of the wolves.
'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Hernén, Arianhrod
Prompt: 42D "still"
Word Count: 375
Notes: box trap
promises and plans
*snap!*
She had the courtesy to wait until he was alone before she said his name and nearly gave him a heart attack.
It could have been worse, he supposed as Arianhrod stalked out of nowhere and he found himself waving politely to a chair, which she didn't take. She could have just come out of nowhere behind him and then they'd have both been embarrassed when he tried to hit her with lightning and she caught it with two fingers or a raised eyebrow.
Little dust devils were rising in her wake as she paced, and she was muttering something about keys, until something clicked in her head and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed, and didn't quite smile when he failed to take a step back.
"That idiot baroness is skimming from the traffic up that river," she told him, and he bared his teeth.
Her mouth quirked in a fleeting smile, because she knew exactly what he meant by the gesture and he'd bet she agreed with him. "I'd swear Ruadhan gave out my name to half the traders out there, and one of them called me," she explained, "I told him to take his time going back downriver, and to warn anyone he comes across to avoid the area, but we need to get word to those coming upriver."
He nodded, noticing the way she said neither 'I' nor 'you', and didn't bother to try to hide his anger because she wasn't a wolf. "I'll divert a few of the armed boats to the locks--she's probably found them and figures to either destroy them or thinks she can outfight us." He thought for a moment, then, carefully "May I ask you to help run the locks? You'd be faster than just about any of our other options, and that would get all the traders out of the way before we deal with that idiot."
Arianhrod hissed something in a language he didn't speak, and the tiny whirlwinds rose to knee level before they subsided with a sudden gasp of air into nothingness.
"Yes," she said, "I will run the locks for you. Good hunting."
He smiled at her, and after a moment, she smiled back, predatory as any of the wolves.