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Title: Wanderings
Arthur: Tekia
Prompt: Blackfoot
Warning: none
Summery: Billie traverses the great expanse of the midwest planes.
Billie had always enjoyed the quiet, but this was too much. She rubbed a hand over her face and stared up into the unending expanse of diamonds that filled the purple night sky. The stars were all wrong, but Chili said that was because they were on the other side of the world and they were upside down now.
She had frowned at that and now tilted her head to one side, idly wondering if she stood on her head if they would appear right to her. Flushing at her inane thoughts, she sat up and licked her lips. She had slept and her mouth tasted foul and it was still dark out. Two great lumps show her that Chili and Soda were still sleeping peacefully and that it was still a while before she should be awake.
Glaring at the pile of blackened wood, she wondered what had wakened her. Surely not the silence. While she could travel for miles upon miles without a word said between the three of them without effort, and she could sleep in the dead of winter, the snow muffling any and every sound, there was no reason for her to be wakened by the silence surrounding their camp. And it really wasn’t even completely silent. An owl could be heard, echoing in the vast emptiness of the fields before and behind them. Night critters filled the silence, mice, moles and others that she hadn’t had a name for.
Then there was a pop that she recognized as the lid coming off a canteen. She whipped her head around to her travel pack and saw the pack move, as if possessed. Eyes wide, she reached out slowly before common sense told her that an animal had infiltrated her luggage. She reached for the opening, moving as quickly and as silently as she could, so as not to alert the critter.
The bag was heavier than it should be and the body within was that of a mammal, a black and brown stripped tail poking out of the opening for only a brief moment before the animal began to struggle upright.
Two cute round ears emerged first, followed by a face covered with a mask of black fur, two beady black eyes looking up at her with a sort of intelligence. It didn’t panic, but stared up at her, its tiny black nose twitching as it sniffed her.
“Hallo, tiny thing,” she murmured and the ferret make a soft noise in return, thin shoulders moving from side to side as it fought against the pack’s hold to emerge fully. As she was holding the pack up high, the thing slipped out, its long body reaching from the lip of the pack to the ground, head still tilted up to look at her.
It seemed to grin at her, then preformed a strange dance, hopping from side to side with such violence that the pack was pulled from her hands and she leaned back in surprise. The blackfoot ferret danced around her, its back arched and a cute little noise emerging from its mouth. It looked like a furry snake doing a medicine dance like the natives of this land did for rain. She giggled and Soda started up, a long, wicked knife gleaming in his hand as he looked around their camp.
Billie turned to him. “All’s well.”
“What happened?”
“I’ve been robbed.”
She watched his eyes widen with disbelief. How could anybody get past him? He was thinking, she had no doubt. She reached out and gathered the heavy tiny body by the long snakelike belly and held the ferret aloft for him to inspect.
Said ferret hissed and wriggled in her hands, twisting to and fro and marveling her with its agility. Soda blinked several times in the low light before making an odd noise in his throat and throwing himself back into his bedroll. He rolled onto his side and Billie knew he was asleep within seconds.
She smiled and held the ferret close to her chest, petting it between the ears which seemed to be the magic trick, as it calmed instantly and settled into her hold. She fumbled into her pack and emerged with what was left of their hardtack from their sea voyage.
The ferret reached out and held it like a man, nibbling and cooing to her. She grinned down at it. “What do you say to traveling with us, little guy? You looking like an English prisoner, so I’ll call you Rob, but you gotta stay out of Chili’s way.” She leaned back into her own bedroll, sleep suddenly seeming to pull a blanket over her body. “He’ll try to eat you.”
Title: Wanderings
Arthur: Tekia
Prompt: Blackfoot
Warning: none
Summery: Billie traverses the great expanse of the midwest planes.
Billie had always enjoyed the quiet, but this was too much. She rubbed a hand over her face and stared up into the unending expanse of diamonds that filled the purple night sky. The stars were all wrong, but Chili said that was because they were on the other side of the world and they were upside down now.
She had frowned at that and now tilted her head to one side, idly wondering if she stood on her head if they would appear right to her. Flushing at her inane thoughts, she sat up and licked her lips. She had slept and her mouth tasted foul and it was still dark out. Two great lumps show her that Chili and Soda were still sleeping peacefully and that it was still a while before she should be awake.
Glaring at the pile of blackened wood, she wondered what had wakened her. Surely not the silence. While she could travel for miles upon miles without a word said between the three of them without effort, and she could sleep in the dead of winter, the snow muffling any and every sound, there was no reason for her to be wakened by the silence surrounding their camp. And it really wasn’t even completely silent. An owl could be heard, echoing in the vast emptiness of the fields before and behind them. Night critters filled the silence, mice, moles and others that she hadn’t had a name for.
Then there was a pop that she recognized as the lid coming off a canteen. She whipped her head around to her travel pack and saw the pack move, as if possessed. Eyes wide, she reached out slowly before common sense told her that an animal had infiltrated her luggage. She reached for the opening, moving as quickly and as silently as she could, so as not to alert the critter.
The bag was heavier than it should be and the body within was that of a mammal, a black and brown stripped tail poking out of the opening for only a brief moment before the animal began to struggle upright.
Two cute round ears emerged first, followed by a face covered with a mask of black fur, two beady black eyes looking up at her with a sort of intelligence. It didn’t panic, but stared up at her, its tiny black nose twitching as it sniffed her.
“Hallo, tiny thing,” she murmured and the ferret make a soft noise in return, thin shoulders moving from side to side as it fought against the pack’s hold to emerge fully. As she was holding the pack up high, the thing slipped out, its long body reaching from the lip of the pack to the ground, head still tilted up to look at her.
It seemed to grin at her, then preformed a strange dance, hopping from side to side with such violence that the pack was pulled from her hands and she leaned back in surprise. The blackfoot ferret danced around her, its back arched and a cute little noise emerging from its mouth. It looked like a furry snake doing a medicine dance like the natives of this land did for rain. She giggled and Soda started up, a long, wicked knife gleaming in his hand as he looked around their camp.
Billie turned to him. “All’s well.”
“What happened?”
“I’ve been robbed.”
She watched his eyes widen with disbelief. How could anybody get past him? He was thinking, she had no doubt. She reached out and gathered the heavy tiny body by the long snakelike belly and held the ferret aloft for him to inspect.
Said ferret hissed and wriggled in her hands, twisting to and fro and marveling her with its agility. Soda blinked several times in the low light before making an odd noise in his throat and throwing himself back into his bedroll. He rolled onto his side and Billie knew he was asleep within seconds.
She smiled and held the ferret close to her chest, petting it between the ears which seemed to be the magic trick, as it calmed instantly and settled into her hold. She fumbled into her pack and emerged with what was left of their hardtack from their sea voyage.
The ferret reached out and held it like a man, nibbling and cooing to her. She grinned down at it. “What do you say to traveling with us, little guy? You looking like an English prisoner, so I’ll call you Rob, but you gotta stay out of Chili’s way.” She leaned back into her own bedroll, sleep suddenly seeming to pull a blanket over her body. “He’ll try to eat you.”
