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[getsome_sleep]

Characters: Above (azhdarchidae) and Huo (getsome_sleep)
Date/Time: August 16th, noon.
Location: The Farm.
Rating: PG
Summary: A daring rescue and a candid talk. Don't eat the puppy, Above.

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[azhdarchidae]

'Make sure people don't get caught out there, Above,' she'd been told. 'We'd ask Tian, but he's bratty and oversensitive about his status,' she'd been told, though... maybe the phrasing hadn't been like that. She wasn't overfond of the white dragon, for reasons that had nothing whatsoever to do with jealousy or the time he'd fallen asleep and almost killed her.

Anyway. When this had started a couple of days ago she'd agreed to report on what was going on below, pretty much the same 'job' she'd done when there were zombies about. This wasn't as upsetting as that had been, at least, being less dangerous, but just like then, she kept doing it.

You didn't think about what would be the best thing to do, then do it. You did something, then came up with why it was the best thing to do. Though this time she wouldn't get anything stuck in her throat and vultures wouldn't attack her wings

[getsome_sleep]

"I always have a plan," Huo called back, now as cheerfully calm as ever. Now with Above there, all was well - nothing changed a field quite like a flyer. He was reasonably certain that none of the weapons could touch her, at the height she could reach, and that she had a perfect clear view for leagues. One day, he thought, not for the first time, I will build myself some wings of my own.

But now was not the time for fantasies, or bright ideas not related to his immediate predicament. He held the wriggling pup carefully and raised it up toward her. "Can you pick it up? Perhaps with your beak." Without an armful of dog, he could manage himself much better, even properly hold his gun rather than drag it along.

"But try not to swallow," he added after a moment, which was probably very impolite, but also probably a necessity. He had seen Above eat. It could be... unnerving.

[azhdarchidae]

Huo wasn't entirely right in his certainty. Now and then Above found missiles lobbed at her. The first time she'd been hit with one it had been a horrible shock, but... really, they were flash and not substance. They stung a bit if they didn't hit the weird uniform, and left soot on her.

But, she couldn't see any of the little rocket launchers in evidence right now, which made her a little more comfortable about hanging around. Above was completely incapable of hovering, so she had to wheel and pass overhead several times, bending the grass with the wake sweeping behind her.

There was a derisive caw as she made another pass, her 'voice' fading and strengthening as she got farther, turned, and flew overhead again. < I can't fly any slower, and if I grab that little morsel I'll break half the bones in its body. > Her voice changed, as it did whenever she 'replayed' a voice. < Inertia is a property of matter. >

She hadn't meant to call the dog a morsel. It had just happened... < Can't you wrap it up in something? >

[getsome_sleep]

Inertia indeed. Well, that was a bit of problematic news, but Huo was nothing if not quick and resourceful. Wrap it up in something... all he had were his own clothes, which were thin and would not help much... and the field that he was standing in, golden with tall wheat.

Plenty and enough.

"This will be a moment. Keep circling," he called back to her as he shrugged off his shirt. Underneath it his shoulders and back were tanned and wiry, not a fighter's well-muscled frame, but not weak, either. A farmer's strength, built from working with one's hands. It took only a little time to effectively turn the shirt into a sack, stuffed with grasses and stalks, and finally stuffed with a small, unhappy dog. Which also, he thought, conveniently made it a lot harder to swallow.

"This should do." He raised the wriggling bundle. "See if you might catch the edges of he fabric." He wasn't sure if she had that kind of coordination, she was very large after all, but it couldn't hurt to try.

[azhdarchidae]

She thought about going and fishing. By the time he was done she was half sure that if she'd flown off right away she could've been back here with something in her crop.

< Higher! And don't hold it tightly! > The image she projected was of a monkey holding a lion cub up high. It probably didn't make much sense to anyone who hadn't seen Disney films.

But she preferred not to accidentally decapitate him if she misjudged. Above assumed that he knew how she fished for things which couldn't just be skimmed off the surface, and that doing that was about the only way she'd be able to grab the animal