05-16-2017, 10:22 PM
“I can't believe you did that!” Jade complained, clearly upset, from where she was seated on top of Brennon after tackling him to the ground. “This green stone-”
“Star piece,” Brennon supplied, face smooshed into the snow and his copper beard already frigid with cold. “It's a sodding star piece, girly. You don't even know what you've got your hands on?”
Sniffing, Jade shifted off his back and helped him to his feet, but not before snatching the gleaming, brilliant green star piece up from the snow. Turning it in her hands and watching the light travel across its jewel-like surface, Jade figured that Brennon was lucky he hadn't chipped a tooth on the thing!
She sighed, pocketing it in the folds of her dress.
“Yeah, that thingamabob. Anyway... I promised my friend that I'd keep it safe, so that's what I'll do, even if it means I have to fight somebody to do that. And that means you, bucko! Don't try that again, mister dwarf, or we'll have to settle this like... well, like totally-not-decent people!"
Brennon stared at her, eyes slightly glazed over from how nonthreatening she was.
“Alright,” he gruffed, after a long and definitely awkward moment, bound arms tucked over his chest, seeming for all the world that he couldn't care less about the Witch's warning.
Well, good enough. Jade squinted hard at him for a moment before turning away, whistling two sharp pips to call in Bec as she did. After an answering bark came from over a far dune of snow, she turned her head to look back at him, expression caught between exasperation and something strangely... sad?
“I don't think it'll come to that, though. You seem nice enough and you didn't want that man to die, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.”
Becquerel came bounding over the hill, Rebecca dancing along behind and spinning wide with her hands spread out, laughter trickling through the air like the peal of early morning church bells and birdsong in the spring. The Witch's attention was immediately diverted, a warm smile blooming over her features and her green eyes lightened by the reflection of the snow, shining brighter than the little star stowed away in her pocket.
Brennon didn't bother saying anything.
“Star piece,” Brennon supplied, face smooshed into the snow and his copper beard already frigid with cold. “It's a sodding star piece, girly. You don't even know what you've got your hands on?”
Sniffing, Jade shifted off his back and helped him to his feet, but not before snatching the gleaming, brilliant green star piece up from the snow. Turning it in her hands and watching the light travel across its jewel-like surface, Jade figured that Brennon was lucky he hadn't chipped a tooth on the thing!
She sighed, pocketing it in the folds of her dress.
“Yeah, that thingamabob. Anyway... I promised my friend that I'd keep it safe, so that's what I'll do, even if it means I have to fight somebody to do that. And that means you, bucko! Don't try that again, mister dwarf, or we'll have to settle this like... well, like totally-not-decent people!"
Brennon stared at her, eyes slightly glazed over from how nonthreatening she was.
“Alright,” he gruffed, after a long and definitely awkward moment, bound arms tucked over his chest, seeming for all the world that he couldn't care less about the Witch's warning.
Well, good enough. Jade squinted hard at him for a moment before turning away, whistling two sharp pips to call in Bec as she did. After an answering bark came from over a far dune of snow, she turned her head to look back at him, expression caught between exasperation and something strangely... sad?
“I don't think it'll come to that, though. You seem nice enough and you didn't want that man to die, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.”
Becquerel came bounding over the hill, Rebecca dancing along behind and spinning wide with her hands spread out, laughter trickling through the air like the peal of early morning church bells and birdsong in the spring. The Witch's attention was immediately diverted, a warm smile blooming over her features and her green eyes lightened by the reflection of the snow, shining brighter than the little star stowed away in her pocket.
Brennon didn't bother saying anything.
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