Post by greenie on Dec 9, 2009 10:09:09 GMT 10
Title: A little luck
Rating: PG
Prompt: Luck
Summary: Mattes needs some Midwinter luck.
Little Goodwin came running into the kennel ahead of her da. “Hello Mama! Me and Da got bored so we came to visit you.”
Mattes turned around and grinned. “Look at that, it’s my favourite Goodwin!” Clary scowled and Little poked her tongue out at him, but came to say hello anyway. “Do you know what day it is today?” he asked her.
“The first day of Midwinter! Da told me.”
Mattes nodded. “And what does that mean?”
Little had to think about this. “It’s only six more sleeps until I get lots of presents!”
Some of the Dogs nearby chuckled. “Well, yes,” said Mattes, “but more importantly, I need to get some Midwinter luck.”
Little stared at him. “That’s not more important.”
“It is to me,” he told her, and scooped her up. He planted a kiss on her cheek, set her back down again, and grinned at her. “And now I have it.”
She stuck her tongue out at him again and skipped back to her parents at her mother’s desk. “Hey, Mama.” She tugged on her breeches. “Uncle Matty just kissed me,” she said, and giggled.
Laughter broke out around the kennel, with the Dogs whistling and clapping. “Uh oh,” said Tom, his blue eyes sparkling. “I thought I still had ten years or so before I had to start worrying about giggling and kisses and boys.”
“Uncle Mattes isn’t a boy,” she informed him. “He’s a man.” Little Goodwin had no idea why this seemed to be so funny, but Aunty Osgyth was laughing so hard she was wiping tears from her eyes. Another thought occurred to her, and she walked back to Uncle Mattes. “Hey,” she said, and poked him. “Aren’t you supposed to be slobbering all over Aunty Sabine?”
“Ooh, Matty, now you’re in for it,” called one Dog.
“You’re in trouble now.’
“Yeah Mattes, why aren’t you slobbering all over –“
Mattes shot the last Dog a glare and he wisely shut up. Mattes smiled down at Little. “Oh, I see the problem now. Was I not slobbery enough? I’ll work up plenty of slobber and try again.” He made a big show of licking his lips and Little Goodwin squealed and ran. Uncle Jewel’s lap seemed to be a nice safe spot, so she scrambled up.
“Don’t let Uncle Matty slobber on me,” she told him. She wriggled until she was comfortable and then gave him the sweetest smile she could manage. “Will you tell me a story?”
Rating: PG
Prompt: Luck
Summary: Mattes needs some Midwinter luck.
Little Goodwin came running into the kennel ahead of her da. “Hello Mama! Me and Da got bored so we came to visit you.”
Mattes turned around and grinned. “Look at that, it’s my favourite Goodwin!” Clary scowled and Little poked her tongue out at him, but came to say hello anyway. “Do you know what day it is today?” he asked her.
“The first day of Midwinter! Da told me.”
Mattes nodded. “And what does that mean?”
Little had to think about this. “It’s only six more sleeps until I get lots of presents!”
Some of the Dogs nearby chuckled. “Well, yes,” said Mattes, “but more importantly, I need to get some Midwinter luck.”
Little stared at him. “That’s not more important.”
“It is to me,” he told her, and scooped her up. He planted a kiss on her cheek, set her back down again, and grinned at her. “And now I have it.”
She stuck her tongue out at him again and skipped back to her parents at her mother’s desk. “Hey, Mama.” She tugged on her breeches. “Uncle Matty just kissed me,” she said, and giggled.
Laughter broke out around the kennel, with the Dogs whistling and clapping. “Uh oh,” said Tom, his blue eyes sparkling. “I thought I still had ten years or so before I had to start worrying about giggling and kisses and boys.”
“Uncle Mattes isn’t a boy,” she informed him. “He’s a man.” Little Goodwin had no idea why this seemed to be so funny, but Aunty Osgyth was laughing so hard she was wiping tears from her eyes. Another thought occurred to her, and she walked back to Uncle Mattes. “Hey,” she said, and poked him. “Aren’t you supposed to be slobbering all over Aunty Sabine?”
“Ooh, Matty, now you’re in for it,” called one Dog.
“You’re in trouble now.’
“Yeah Mattes, why aren’t you slobbering all over –“
Mattes shot the last Dog a glare and he wisely shut up. Mattes smiled down at Little. “Oh, I see the problem now. Was I not slobbery enough? I’ll work up plenty of slobber and try again.” He made a big show of licking his lips and Little Goodwin squealed and ran. Uncle Jewel’s lap seemed to be a nice safe spot, so she scrambled up.
“Don’t let Uncle Matty slobber on me,” she told him. She wriggled until she was comfortable and then gave him the sweetest smile she could manage. “Will you tell me a story?”