Wild Roses fic prompt 078 "Where?"
Title: in the wardrobe
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Conall, Hazel.
Prompt: 078 "Where?"
Word Count: 377
Rating: G
Notes: First war; she’s between three and four.
The great black wolf trotted intently down the hallway, pausing at corners to sniff consideringly at woven rugs before choosing a direction to continue in.
It was largely ignored by the passerby in the hallway, although one man held a door open considerately to allow the wolf to pass through before letting it fall closed.
The wolf's path eventually led it to a large cedar-and-yew paneled armoire, where it sat on its haunches briefly, then ran out a long, red laughing tongue, and said in a deep man's voice, "Hey, baby girl."
A muffled, sleepy squeak came from within the lowest panel, followed by a few rustling noises.
The wolf considered, then blurred, gradually becoming a tall, broad young man sitting crosslegged before the heavy furniture.
Opening the panel with one hand, the other ready to catch anything that fell out, "Heya, baby girl. Everybody's been looking for you--your daddy's been pulling his hair out."
A small blonde-red head lifted, peered at him through her tangled hair, then flopped back down on the heavy leather coat she was half-wrapped up in again. "Mmf."
He slid a hand beneath the coat, coaxing it and small child out into his arms, away from the folded blankets they'd been resting on.
She made another muffled squeak noise, then seemed to accept the change in position. Wrapped one arm more firmly into the coat, then put the other partially around his neck, rubbing the crud from her eyes off on his shirt.
He chuckled, supporting her across his chest as he rose and started padding back the way he came, booted feet just as silent as paws had been.
"Your brother'd laugh, to see this. And your dad'd best see that he doesn't lose your brother's coat again, hmmmn?" he rumbled the last syllable deep in his chest, as near a purr as he could make.
She was asleep again when Conall passed her off to Fintain, petting her hair briefly before letting go.
"She was wrapped up in the coat--might want to keep it closer to her room, uncle," he said, soft so she didn't wake.
Fintain nodded, hitching Hazel a little farther up his chest, the coat bunched awkwardly up beneath her. "Thank you, again."
"De rien."
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Conall, Hazel.
Prompt: 078 "Where?"
Word Count: 377
Rating: G
Notes: First war; she’s between three and four.
The great black wolf trotted intently down the hallway, pausing at corners to sniff consideringly at woven rugs before choosing a direction to continue in.
It was largely ignored by the passerby in the hallway, although one man held a door open considerately to allow the wolf to pass through before letting it fall closed.
The wolf's path eventually led it to a large cedar-and-yew paneled armoire, where it sat on its haunches briefly, then ran out a long, red laughing tongue, and said in a deep man's voice, "Hey, baby girl."
A muffled, sleepy squeak came from within the lowest panel, followed by a few rustling noises.
The wolf considered, then blurred, gradually becoming a tall, broad young man sitting crosslegged before the heavy furniture.
Opening the panel with one hand, the other ready to catch anything that fell out, "Heya, baby girl. Everybody's been looking for you--your daddy's been pulling his hair out."
A small blonde-red head lifted, peered at him through her tangled hair, then flopped back down on the heavy leather coat she was half-wrapped up in again. "Mmf."
He slid a hand beneath the coat, coaxing it and small child out into his arms, away from the folded blankets they'd been resting on.
She made another muffled squeak noise, then seemed to accept the change in position. Wrapped one arm more firmly into the coat, then put the other partially around his neck, rubbing the crud from her eyes off on his shirt.
He chuckled, supporting her across his chest as he rose and started padding back the way he came, booted feet just as silent as paws had been.
"Your brother'd laugh, to see this. And your dad'd best see that he doesn't lose your brother's coat again, hmmmn?" he rumbled the last syllable deep in his chest, as near a purr as he could make.
She was asleep again when Conall passed her off to Fintain, petting her hair briefly before letting go.
"She was wrapped up in the coat--might want to keep it closer to her room, uncle," he said, soft so she didn't wake.
Fintain nodded, hitching Hazel a little farther up his chest, the coat bunched awkwardly up beneath her. "Thank you, again."
"De rien."