So many hours of light and warmth give Ace more of an excuse to spend the day outside, and she spends most of it practicing football drills, both to improve in the hopes of continuing to beat Wells, and also to try and wear herself out for once.
It's a gorgeous day, really. Everything's green and growing, the sun sparkles off the ripples in the lake, the shark pops up every once in a while, and it's deliciously warm.
Thus, the white shows up starkly, an almost painful contrast against the beauty of the day. Ace pauses to watch Blodwen warily. Don't antagonize, they've warned. Don't challenge her.
Ace tries to look calm and relaxed, even if she tensed at the first word, the hair at the back of her neck standing on end. Of course she would have that smile that always seems to bypass every conscious thought and triggers the need to take Blodwen apart.
"Yeah. S'warm." Polite. She has to be polite. If she managed to live with Gem's constant needling for fifty years, she can take the white bitch's presence for a few minutes.
"High summer," she muses aloud, and oh, but the soft cruel delight in those simple words is clear. "Warm indeed, of course -- but winter will come soon enough after."
"S'not cowardism if y'just goin' where y'best suited." Ace points out, helpful and very carefully not allowing the growl roused by that damnable laugh rise into her voice. "Y'wouldn't accuse a hummin'bird or a robin of bein' a coward, would you?" It's an effort not to add 'oh, wait, you probably would'.
"Oh, cariad," she says, soft and sweet and deadly as poison. Her fingers brush lightly over the glass, causing the faintest swirl of pink-tinged smoke to rise within.
"I understand him so very well now, goodness yes indeed."
Ace is beyond caring about what might happen next. It's like the first few seconds after starting a skydive - the ground's too far away to be scary, and the only thing left is freedom.
"No. I can't help it if y'blind t'y'own faults. Though," She pauses, musing with a wild grin on her face. "It is rather funny how y'go swirlin' about, convinced y'the evilest thing that's ever been, when y'just a bench warmer given a chance t'run 'round the field some."
It's a gorgeous day, really. Everything's green and growing, the sun sparkles off the ripples in the lake, the shark pops up every once in a while, and it's deliciously warm.
Thus, the white shows up starkly, an almost painful contrast against the beauty of the day. Ace pauses to watch Blodwen warily. Don't antagonize, they've warned. Don't challenge her.
She'll just keep quiet until she's safely by.
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Her smile is poisonous in its sweet malice.
"Why, hello cariad." The soft light voice is lilting, amused. "Enjoying the day, are you?"
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"Yeah. S'warm." Polite. She has to be polite. If she managed to live with Gem's constant needling for fifty years, she can take the white bitch's presence for a few minutes.
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"Time t'migrate then, isn't it? S'always summer somewhere." Or sometime, but Blodwen certainly doesn't need to know about that.
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"If it is that you are such a coward as to run from the cold, then goodness yes, I do suppose."
Ice-blue eyes are gleaming with amusement.
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"Y'wouldn't accuse a hummin'bird or a robin of bein' a coward, would you?" It's an effort not to add 'oh, wait, you probably would'.
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"Other birds are an entirely different matter though, dear."
Blodwen touches the globe that hangs at her throat, smiling gently at Ace.
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Well.
So much for that plan.
"Just 'cause y'too dense t'understand 'im doesn't mean y'can mock 'im." She growls low, eyes bright and flashing. Still, she keeps her distance. Mustn't fight. Mustn't attack.
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"I understand him so very well now, goodness yes indeed."
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"Not to break -- to keep, and without even need for a collar, not for the pretty bird."
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And then...
Ace laughs, wild and free.
"You are such a self-delusioned bitch, aren't ya?"
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"Oh? Do tell, dear."
The high light voice is dangerously soft now, and a sibilant hiss underlies it in clear warning.
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"No. I can't help it if y'blind t'y'own faults. Though," She pauses, musing with a wild grin on her face. "It is rather funny how y'go swirlin' about, convinced y'the evilest thing that's ever been, when y'just a bench warmer given a chance t'run 'round the field some."
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