Hit Me With Your Whistlestick (21/01/21)
Feb 15, 2021 11:17:20 GMT
Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed, Jaezred Vandree, and 1 more like this
Post by Wren Lunaboult on Feb 15, 2021 11:17:20 GMT
They’ve all gathered up in the trees of the Grung’s own section of the Frog Bog, their village entirely hidden amongst the branches of the treetops. Wren has found themselves near a small fire pit, finally dried out from their earlier trek through the bog’s murky waters. Stripes sits nearby, for once staying in sight as they contently roll around a shiny chunk of quartz.
Wren picks up said quartz to keep Stripes’ attention and absentmindedly starts to mumble at their furry striped companion.
“So let me get this straight, you managed to actually steal this from right under the nose of some fey elf in Port Ffirst? And as me and Laurel were spending all that time trying to remember the way with the others helping, you had managed to drag this the whole way on your own?”
Stripes makes a leap for the quartz, but his small hind legs can only get him so far within Wren’s reach.
“Nah uh, we’re not finished this little convo here. Gosh I really hope you weren’t rude to Igrainne when she was speaking to you, especially as we went on that trip with her and Octavia which was real nice of her.”
Stripes finally catches on that he’s being slightly scolded and attempts to stay a little bit more still, putting on his best innocent eyes. Wren feigns to not notice.
“Yo Stripes this is kinda serious, there’s a whole rusty mold invasion thing going on here. Like, luckily Igrainne and Bones figured it out before we all went walking into it.” and quietly muttering to themselves “Didn’t stop Whistler licking it though”.
They’re paying less attention to Stripes’ proximity to the quartz and speaking more to themselves as they continue.
“It’s kinda interesting that the Grung seem to be immune to the mold on the ground but still quickly got out of dodge from that outpost of theirs, guess it’s the weird mold creatures they’re running from though.”
Stripes edges closer, innocent eyes lost as they focus on their shiny prey.
“And then I guess it was kinda a good thing you stole this magical quartz cause it meant that those elves, Imrel something from the Witching Court, came to help us and the Grung out in the end. Saved their spawning pools and all didn’t we, Legath made that out to be a big deal. Well, it was Ruk and Bones’ fire magic stuff that stopped them mold mushrooms from getting back up.”
Their eyes light up as they continue on, “And I’m actually gonna get whistle stick lessons from Vwyk Vwyk! Ain’t that cool Stripes?!”.
Wren’s exclamation times perfectly with Stripes making a dive for the quartz, the accidental synchronicity resulting in them both headbutting mid air. Winces of pain occurring from both shortly after.
“Were you even listening? Whatever, it didn’t even end up being a proper telling off in the end. In fact, keep on stealing Stripes, just not from friends alright?”
Stripes makes a confirming squeak before Wren gives up and gives them back the quartz, and they turn their attention back to what the others around them were discussing around the small fire. Their discussion with Stripes’ receiving only a few odd looks.
Wren picks up said quartz to keep Stripes’ attention and absentmindedly starts to mumble at their furry striped companion.
“So let me get this straight, you managed to actually steal this from right under the nose of some fey elf in Port Ffirst? And as me and Laurel were spending all that time trying to remember the way with the others helping, you had managed to drag this the whole way on your own?”
Stripes makes a leap for the quartz, but his small hind legs can only get him so far within Wren’s reach.
“Nah uh, we’re not finished this little convo here. Gosh I really hope you weren’t rude to Igrainne when she was speaking to you, especially as we went on that trip with her and Octavia which was real nice of her.”
Stripes finally catches on that he’s being slightly scolded and attempts to stay a little bit more still, putting on his best innocent eyes. Wren feigns to not notice.
“Yo Stripes this is kinda serious, there’s a whole rusty mold invasion thing going on here. Like, luckily Igrainne and Bones figured it out before we all went walking into it.” and quietly muttering to themselves “Didn’t stop Whistler licking it though”.
They’re paying less attention to Stripes’ proximity to the quartz and speaking more to themselves as they continue.
“It’s kinda interesting that the Grung seem to be immune to the mold on the ground but still quickly got out of dodge from that outpost of theirs, guess it’s the weird mold creatures they’re running from though.”
Stripes edges closer, innocent eyes lost as they focus on their shiny prey.
“And then I guess it was kinda a good thing you stole this magical quartz cause it meant that those elves, Imrel something from the Witching Court, came to help us and the Grung out in the end. Saved their spawning pools and all didn’t we, Legath made that out to be a big deal. Well, it was Ruk and Bones’ fire magic stuff that stopped them mold mushrooms from getting back up.”
Their eyes light up as they continue on, “And I’m actually gonna get whistle stick lessons from Vwyk Vwyk! Ain’t that cool Stripes?!”.
Wren’s exclamation times perfectly with Stripes making a dive for the quartz, the accidental synchronicity resulting in them both headbutting mid air. Winces of pain occurring from both shortly after.
“Were you even listening? Whatever, it didn’t even end up being a proper telling off in the end. In fact, keep on stealing Stripes, just not from friends alright?”
Stripes makes a confirming squeak before Wren gives up and gives them back the quartz, and they turn their attention back to what the others around them were discussing around the small fire. Their discussion with Stripes’ receiving only a few odd looks.
