Post by Seek on Apr 27, 2013 22:46:35 GMT 10
Title: Birdie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 536 words.
Pairing: Beka/Rosto
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Reversal!verse. Rosto and Beka talk about maps.
Warnings: None.
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Most Dogs have their Birdies. People who will listen for what scraps of information they can find and hand them over to us. Many among the Dogs think that Mattes is one of my Birdies. I’ve never bothered to correct them.
Beka’s been listening to the pigeons, gathering what information we can use. I wonder if that makes her my Birdie. I’ve purchased a small wooden boad lined with cork and Kora’s brewed up something that’ll fasten it to the wall in Beka’s lodgings.
Beka’s lodgings. I’ve been in Beka’s lodgings.
I’m not sure whether that counts as progress. We’ve scrounged up some pins, and some precious paper and ink. Beka has agreed to write down anything she hears of use on a scrap of paper, and to pin it to the board. I’m slightly surprised that she knows how to write. I add that to the list of things I’m learning about Beka Cooper. Another hint about her past.
We both frown at the wooden board on the wall. There’s a jumble of information scribbled on various torn scraps of paper and pinned there. Beka says, “Have you maps of the Lower City?”
I frown. I’m sure Sir Acteon of Fenreigh, Commander of the Evening Watch, might have such a map, but a Dog like me will never get my hands on it. I ask her, curious to know what she’s thinking. “Why?”
She says, not looking at me, “I’ve heard of Dogs hunting for Rats that way. Using a map to see where they’ve been striking, and then figuring out their hideout or ‘least their patterns from there.” Right now, our notes are a clutter. We’ve been trying to make some sense out of everything her Birdies have been saying, and are coming up empty.
I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I resolve to get a copy of Sir Acteon’s maps by any means necessary. Mayhap Kebibi Ahuda will have some maps of her own. Ahuda’s soft in her own way, though she’s not the kind of Dog to give in to a few smiles and gillyflowers. Much like Beka, if Beka were one of us. “If I get you a map, can you mark out the dustspinners on the map?”
She nods, staring back at the map. We know someone’s killing workers out there in the Lower City. Another thing to juggle, besides Crookshanks’ son going missing. Kayfer Deerborn swears on the lives of his non-existent children that he has nothing to do with it and Beka concurs. I know she’s working for Red, so I don’t press her on it.
It occurs to me how much time I’ve been spending with Beka. Aniki and I aren’t like the usual Dog pairs. We prefer to investigate independently of each other. We have our ways of letting each other know, but we prefer our own space, our own freedom. We’ll let each other in when we’re good and ready.
Beka. Sometimes, I think the mot’s wasted as a Rat. She’d make a first-rate Puppy.
She frowns at me. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing,” I say lightly. If she doesn’t believe me, she doesn’t call me out on it.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 536 words.
Pairing: Beka/Rosto
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Reversal!verse. Rosto and Beka talk about maps.
Warnings: None.
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Most Dogs have their Birdies. People who will listen for what scraps of information they can find and hand them over to us. Many among the Dogs think that Mattes is one of my Birdies. I’ve never bothered to correct them.
Beka’s been listening to the pigeons, gathering what information we can use. I wonder if that makes her my Birdie. I’ve purchased a small wooden boad lined with cork and Kora’s brewed up something that’ll fasten it to the wall in Beka’s lodgings.
Beka’s lodgings. I’ve been in Beka’s lodgings.
I’m not sure whether that counts as progress. We’ve scrounged up some pins, and some precious paper and ink. Beka has agreed to write down anything she hears of use on a scrap of paper, and to pin it to the board. I’m slightly surprised that she knows how to write. I add that to the list of things I’m learning about Beka Cooper. Another hint about her past.
We both frown at the wooden board on the wall. There’s a jumble of information scribbled on various torn scraps of paper and pinned there. Beka says, “Have you maps of the Lower City?”
I frown. I’m sure Sir Acteon of Fenreigh, Commander of the Evening Watch, might have such a map, but a Dog like me will never get my hands on it. I ask her, curious to know what she’s thinking. “Why?”
She says, not looking at me, “I’ve heard of Dogs hunting for Rats that way. Using a map to see where they’ve been striking, and then figuring out their hideout or ‘least their patterns from there.” Right now, our notes are a clutter. We’ve been trying to make some sense out of everything her Birdies have been saying, and are coming up empty.
I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I resolve to get a copy of Sir Acteon’s maps by any means necessary. Mayhap Kebibi Ahuda will have some maps of her own. Ahuda’s soft in her own way, though she’s not the kind of Dog to give in to a few smiles and gillyflowers. Much like Beka, if Beka were one of us. “If I get you a map, can you mark out the dustspinners on the map?”
She nods, staring back at the map. We know someone’s killing workers out there in the Lower City. Another thing to juggle, besides Crookshanks’ son going missing. Kayfer Deerborn swears on the lives of his non-existent children that he has nothing to do with it and Beka concurs. I know she’s working for Red, so I don’t press her on it.
It occurs to me how much time I’ve been spending with Beka. Aniki and I aren’t like the usual Dog pairs. We prefer to investigate independently of each other. We have our ways of letting each other know, but we prefer our own space, our own freedom. We’ll let each other in when we’re good and ready.
Beka. Sometimes, I think the mot’s wasted as a Rat. She’d make a first-rate Puppy.
She frowns at me. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing,” I say lightly. If she doesn’t believe me, she doesn’t call me out on it.