Post by Seek on Aug 29, 2016 4:10:47 GMT 10
Title: Monkeying Around
Rating: G
Team: Emelan
Event: Gymnastic Gallivanting
Word Count: 356 words
Summary: Briar and Daja try to find monkeys.
Note: Just wanted to get something in for GLO, despite busyness
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“So,” Briar said, grinning wickedly, “Monkeys.”
Daja sighed. When Briar got like this, she reflected, he could be very much like Sandry—he wouldn’t let it go until it suited him; mostly after he’d rubbed it in some more. “Yes,” she said, a touch more sharply than she might have otherwise. “Monkeys. You know how the living metal gets like—I thought it was all right to leave them in their moulds overnight—“
“But they’re monkeys.”
He must’ve caught some of her displeasure leaking through; although she could still read the amusement in his grey-green eyes, Briar made an effort to appear more solemn. “Well, all right then.” He shrugged and stretched out, a languid movement that seemed artlessly graceful. He reminded Daja, at times, of quicksilver. “Let’s go get ‘em, Daj’.”
“It was a Midwinter present,” Daja admitted, at last. “Tenth Caravan Idaram is passing through Winding Circle and I thought, well…”
“Say no more,” Briar told her, white teeth flashing in a grin. “We’ll find them, before they get up to whatever sorts of tricks living metal gets up to.”
“Thank you,” she said, because even now, it was possible to be overwhelmed; Oti log it, it was something Daja had never expected to find at Winding Circle—the sure warmth and knowledge of family, that her siblings had her back, even if Briar was going to run his mouth off about it while they hunted for the monkeys.
Briar shrugged. “I was getting bored anyway,” he informed her. “Rosethorn catches me lying around, she’ll probably invent something for me to do. Now, any idea about how we’re going to find those monkeys?”
“It’s living metal,” Daja offered, hesitantly. “I think we should be able to sense them, since we’re connected to it.”
“Possibly,” Briar said. “Or—“
And there it was, the loud shriek in the distance, coming from, of all places—and Daja’s heart sank; it was Dedicate Crane’s greenhouse, and they were in for it now—
“—Or we could just follow the screaming,” Briar said, amused. “Lakik’s teeth, I didn’t know Crane had a set of lungs on him.”
Rating: G
Team: Emelan
Event: Gymnastic Gallivanting
Word Count: 356 words
Summary: Briar and Daja try to find monkeys.
Note: Just wanted to get something in for GLO, despite busyness
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“So,” Briar said, grinning wickedly, “Monkeys.”
Daja sighed. When Briar got like this, she reflected, he could be very much like Sandry—he wouldn’t let it go until it suited him; mostly after he’d rubbed it in some more. “Yes,” she said, a touch more sharply than she might have otherwise. “Monkeys. You know how the living metal gets like—I thought it was all right to leave them in their moulds overnight—“
“But they’re monkeys.”
He must’ve caught some of her displeasure leaking through; although she could still read the amusement in his grey-green eyes, Briar made an effort to appear more solemn. “Well, all right then.” He shrugged and stretched out, a languid movement that seemed artlessly graceful. He reminded Daja, at times, of quicksilver. “Let’s go get ‘em, Daj’.”
“It was a Midwinter present,” Daja admitted, at last. “Tenth Caravan Idaram is passing through Winding Circle and I thought, well…”
“Say no more,” Briar told her, white teeth flashing in a grin. “We’ll find them, before they get up to whatever sorts of tricks living metal gets up to.”
“Thank you,” she said, because even now, it was possible to be overwhelmed; Oti log it, it was something Daja had never expected to find at Winding Circle—the sure warmth and knowledge of family, that her siblings had her back, even if Briar was going to run his mouth off about it while they hunted for the monkeys.
Briar shrugged. “I was getting bored anyway,” he informed her. “Rosethorn catches me lying around, she’ll probably invent something for me to do. Now, any idea about how we’re going to find those monkeys?”
“It’s living metal,” Daja offered, hesitantly. “I think we should be able to sense them, since we’re connected to it.”
“Possibly,” Briar said. “Or—“
And there it was, the loud shriek in the distance, coming from, of all places—and Daja’s heart sank; it was Dedicate Crane’s greenhouse, and they were in for it now—
“—Or we could just follow the screaming,” Briar said, amused. “Lakik’s teeth, I didn’t know Crane had a set of lungs on him.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!