[Wild Roses] Trickwood Unification
Title: Of COURSE he'd pick today.
'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Belladonna, Geoffrey
Prompt: 94C "fog"
Word Count: 488
Notes: Sometime after lifeline. They've been pointed out to one another but not yet formally introduced.
It was an annoyingly foggy morning, one of the ones that soaked through fur and wet the ground enough that the space between the pads of toes got damp but never transitioned to actual rain. Rain would have meant two legs and an extra layer between her and the wet, but no, this was just annoying enough to make her out of sorts without making it worth the annoyance of finding that extra layer.
And thus, apparently, the perfect morning for that new human who smelled like the crazy mageblood to come track her down and say hello.
She laid her ears back at him in mild warning when his deep voice rumbled down at her, then stood, shaking briefly to try to get some of the damp out of her fur, and began to move away, when he said, quiet command in the tone, "Stop."
She bared her teeth, turning back, then froze. Watched in sheer disbelief as the human knelt down to her eye level in this shape, his throat a pale line beneath his face and steady, open gaze.
"My name is Geoffrey," the human said. "I hope we can be friends."
She stared for a moment longer, then dropped back on her haunches, pale belly as much a gesture of possible weakness to a blade as his neck was to her teeth, and contemplated him, head tilted slightly, ears forward.
"You don't just smell like the crazy mageblood," she declared eventually, and was a little impressed when he laughed loudly with just his eyes, not his teeth.
"Well, he's my brother. It's to be expected that we'd be alike in some things."
"So, human," and she never could resist pushing, "what do you do?"
"Hm? Oh, this," as he touched two fingers to the ground and her stomach flipped uncomfortably as the beaten-down muddy dirt shifted underneath her.
She found herself sitting in a elbow-high system of water channels, and much to her disconcertment the dirt in her pads was completely dry, nearly dust, and she sneezed to cover the awe.
"It's not a great conversion rate if I try to do anything really big," he half-apologised, and sun in summer, this one was even younger than the crazy mageblood. Did their mother not have the brains to keep an eye on them until they could be trusted to boast what they could enforce?
She belatedly remembered to put her ears into a proper listening pose, just in time to register "but I can figure out where we need to dig, so it evens out."
She lowered her muzzle, eyed him for a moment, then wolf-shrugged. "I can't even do this," she stood, bumped a rampart with her forepaw, side-stepped out of the maze, "so really, it's all the same."
He nodded, stood up and headed off down another trail, not entirely stupid about his surroundings.
Good. She had a crazy mageblood to verbally gnaw.
'Verse/characters: Trickwood Unification; Belladonna, Geoffrey
Prompt: 94C "fog"
Word Count: 488
Notes: Sometime after lifeline. They've been pointed out to one another but not yet formally introduced.
It was an annoyingly foggy morning, one of the ones that soaked through fur and wet the ground enough that the space between the pads of toes got damp but never transitioned to actual rain. Rain would have meant two legs and an extra layer between her and the wet, but no, this was just annoying enough to make her out of sorts without making it worth the annoyance of finding that extra layer.
And thus, apparently, the perfect morning for that new human who smelled like the crazy mageblood to come track her down and say hello.
She laid her ears back at him in mild warning when his deep voice rumbled down at her, then stood, shaking briefly to try to get some of the damp out of her fur, and began to move away, when he said, quiet command in the tone, "Stop."
She bared her teeth, turning back, then froze. Watched in sheer disbelief as the human knelt down to her eye level in this shape, his throat a pale line beneath his face and steady, open gaze.
"My name is Geoffrey," the human said. "I hope we can be friends."
She stared for a moment longer, then dropped back on her haunches, pale belly as much a gesture of possible weakness to a blade as his neck was to her teeth, and contemplated him, head tilted slightly, ears forward.
"You don't just smell like the crazy mageblood," she declared eventually, and was a little impressed when he laughed loudly with just his eyes, not his teeth.
"Well, he's my brother. It's to be expected that we'd be alike in some things."
"So, human," and she never could resist pushing, "what do you do?"
"Hm? Oh, this," as he touched two fingers to the ground and her stomach flipped uncomfortably as the beaten-down muddy dirt shifted underneath her.
She found herself sitting in a elbow-high system of water channels, and much to her disconcertment the dirt in her pads was completely dry, nearly dust, and she sneezed to cover the awe.
"It's not a great conversion rate if I try to do anything really big," he half-apologised, and sun in summer, this one was even younger than the crazy mageblood. Did their mother not have the brains to keep an eye on them until they could be trusted to boast what they could enforce?
She belatedly remembered to put her ears into a proper listening pose, just in time to register "but I can figure out where we need to dig, so it evens out."
She lowered her muzzle, eyed him for a moment, then wolf-shrugged. "I can't even do this," she stood, bumped a rampart with her forepaw, side-stepped out of the maze, "so really, it's all the same."
He nodded, stood up and headed off down another trail, not entirely stupid about his surroundings.
Good. She had a crazy mageblood to verbally gnaw.