hurryscurry

[dvorovoika]

two yellow eyes in the air, down low, near your calves. two yellow eyes, and a hurrying of feet, little feet

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[decentscoundrel]

"Damn!" Pyetr shouts, and catches his balance narrowly on the back of a couch. "Damned house, damned miserable stupid-- ...Babi?"

[wishandwait]

Sasha looks up from his cuddled up perch on the couch, book open on his lap. "Babi?"

[dvorovoika]

good. both boys. that is much better and could even convince him to go from pyetr's leg to sasha's lap, maybe, maybe, if there is some nice talk to reassure him.

[decentscoundrel]

"What's he doing here?" Pyetr stares down for a moment, bemused, and then leans to scratch the Yard-thing behind his putative ears. "There's a good Babi. Where've you been all this time?"

[border_princess]

Helen has never actually seen a Dvorovoi but she knows what one is, she knows what they like and she is technically the descendant of the Kievan Rus that his 'Russian boys' are. So she speaks to him in the remnants of the old language and bobs a shallow curtsey. "Hello, grandfather. Would you like some food?"

[dvorovoika]

it's still a disgruntled babi, an upset babi, who wants his boys and a nice warm fire and something to eat, but he stops his bristling and looks at the girl, maybe the girl will prove more thoughtful and kinder-tongued than his boys, his boys who are too busy with reading and worrying to think of babi.

[border_princess]

"I will bring you food and drink." Helen disapears for a moment and comes back with a dish of mead, and a plate with bread, meat, and a piece of aluminum foil. She was always told that the spirits liked shiny things.

[dvorovoika]

there's nothing wrong with her, nothing bad, nothing like kavi chernevog or the vodyanoi, nothing to send a babi chittering back to the otherplace, so he reaches out his tiny old-man hands and grabs a piece of bread and eats it up with sharp, sharp teeth.

[smithofwainola]

Ilmarinen is busy picking up a prose RP style working on his bow, and today he is searching for flax to work with sinew into a bowstring. He knows that the mansion will have it, and so he emerges from the wood with a purposeful walk. If the babi wants to encounter him, this is probably the time to do it.

[dvorovoika]

babi is not so upset now, babi has had food and drink and found his boys, even, and now babi is exploring the woods, because it pays to know what the woods are like, even if he plans to keep to his boys--pays to know what they might face, his young wizard and his ordinary man.

[smithofwainola]

And Ilmarinen just stares at Babi for a moment, because he has never, ever seen any man or beast shaped like that. "Are you one of Lempo's goblins?" he ventures, not sure if he should be armed worried.

[dvorovoika]

to which question babi must bristle, making himself bigger than he is, because he is to be trusted, he is a good conscientious babi who should be offered love--and because ilmarinen smells of magic, but not leshy magic, not domovoi, not magic babi recognises.

[sixpearls]

"Oh!" says Mary, who has managed almost to trip on him.

[dvorovoika]

it's a curious babi, a thoughtful babi, who can see as plain as looking that mary has no magic on her--and an opportunistic babi who softens his fur and his manner and creeps up to her feet, begging for a scratch on the head.

[sixpearls]

"Oh, my. What on earth are you?" His evident fluffiness is very winning, and she bends down to rub him, as Pyetr did, between what ears he has, and possibly under the chin as well.

[dvorovoika]

--a shameless babi who snuggles against her ankles and looks as cuddly as possible, hoping to be further loved on.