Post by Wren Lunaboult on Jan 18, 2022 21:30:44 GMT
They’re sat in the courtyard of the Fort, a wooden writing board balanced on their crossed legs where a mission report to their mum was started but still hasn’t been finished. They’ve been distracted by watching Stripes, Beans and Peppy play chase in the open space, Percy laying about next to them reading his poetry books.
The hyena looks up from his splayed book to Wren’s writing inaction before saying “A difficult one to write this time Wren?”
They blink out of the zoned trance they were in before looking down to the mentioned report.
“Yeah. Yeah you could say that…”
Percy crossed his paws in front of him, book pushed to the side slightly “Want to talk about it instead?”
Wren scrunched up their face at their thought of it, but then sighs before saying, “I mean no I don’t want to, but I know I should really, I guess.”
Percy didn’t say anything in response, just waited and listened.
“I wasn’t expecting any of it. I truly thought we were gonna encounter some obviously bad cult that got the word of Ilmater wrong or something like that. But no, they were legit, there was even a genuine Prophet waiting behind a waterfall. Well, they felt genuine to me at least.”
They started to nervously tap against the wooden board rested on their knees as they thought louder, a frown forming.
“This is all still so new to me Percy, the choosing to follow Ilmater, but it just always felt right to me in a lot of ways. But a lot of the choices I’ve made for myself in my life I’ve been told they were wrong, and I think I’m really scared of doing this wrong? I want to prove I can do my own thing right to my Mum and all those fuckers back home with their assumptions of me. When that Prophet, suspended from chains in their metal casket, said that their path was the one true way to serve I just thought of all those people from home and to me they meant I was wrong. I think I overreacted, I dunno, but hearing that set me off.”
The frown has formed even deeper into their brow, it looks borderline painful at this point.
“Ilmater hasn’t told me he’s disappointed in my work, so there’s that, I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing with redistributing wealth. But I think my Mum is disappointed, did you know she told me not to come home to Silverymoon? Hasn’t even told me why, I guess the point is I should know and apologise. But I honestly don’t know…”
Percy and Wren both looked back out to the rest of the crime team, now racing to see who was fastest on the ground, as Wren’s words sunk in a bit more. Wren’s frown finally let up as they let the cool winter air whipping across the grass centre and calm them.
Percy eventually sat up from his position and turned to face Wren fully, “Those were some big feelings you voiced there, I would recommend talking to someone else about them too eventually, no do not give me that look, cause frankly I don’t know what to say. Except perhaps this means we should set up a new heist on familiar turf no?”
The hyena rolled and loosened his shoulders before continuing, “And perhaps a small poem to lighten the mood? Yes? I think yes.” Before Wren could have answered he already began to recite in his most performative voice…
Wren’s expression fully softened to a genuine smile as they gave Percy a most polite golf clap, Percy dipped his head in a few small bows.
“Thanks Percy. That was… just what I needed. Yeah. So let’s do that fucking heist then?”
*The Ballad of Jayne Cobb, Firefly (adapted)
The hyena looks up from his splayed book to Wren’s writing inaction before saying “A difficult one to write this time Wren?”
They blink out of the zoned trance they were in before looking down to the mentioned report.
“Yeah. Yeah you could say that…”
Percy crossed his paws in front of him, book pushed to the side slightly “Want to talk about it instead?”
Wren scrunched up their face at their thought of it, but then sighs before saying, “I mean no I don’t want to, but I know I should really, I guess.”
Percy didn’t say anything in response, just waited and listened.
“I wasn’t expecting any of it. I truly thought we were gonna encounter some obviously bad cult that got the word of Ilmater wrong or something like that. But no, they were legit, there was even a genuine Prophet waiting behind a waterfall. Well, they felt genuine to me at least.”
They started to nervously tap against the wooden board rested on their knees as they thought louder, a frown forming.
“This is all still so new to me Percy, the choosing to follow Ilmater, but it just always felt right to me in a lot of ways. But a lot of the choices I’ve made for myself in my life I’ve been told they were wrong, and I think I’m really scared of doing this wrong? I want to prove I can do my own thing right to my Mum and all those fuckers back home with their assumptions of me. When that Prophet, suspended from chains in their metal casket, said that their path was the one true way to serve I just thought of all those people from home and to me they meant I was wrong. I think I overreacted, I dunno, but hearing that set me off.”
The frown has formed even deeper into their brow, it looks borderline painful at this point.
“Ilmater hasn’t told me he’s disappointed in my work, so there’s that, I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing with redistributing wealth. But I think my Mum is disappointed, did you know she told me not to come home to Silverymoon? Hasn’t even told me why, I guess the point is I should know and apologise. But I honestly don’t know…”
Percy and Wren both looked back out to the rest of the crime team, now racing to see who was fastest on the ground, as Wren’s words sunk in a bit more. Wren’s frown finally let up as they let the cool winter air whipping across the grass centre and calm them.
Percy eventually sat up from his position and turned to face Wren fully, “Those were some big feelings you voiced there, I would recommend talking to someone else about them too eventually, no do not give me that look, cause frankly I don’t know what to say. Except perhaps this means we should set up a new heist on familiar turf no?”
The hyena rolled and loosened his shoulders before continuing, “And perhaps a small poem to lighten the mood? Yes? I think yes.” Before Wren could have answered he already began to recite in his most performative voice…
They robbed from the rich and they gave to the poor
Stood up to the man and they gave him what-for
Our love for them now ain't hard to explain then
The Vigilante of Port Ffirst, the one they call Wren!*
Wren’s expression fully softened to a genuine smile as they gave Percy a most polite golf clap, Percy dipped his head in a few small bows.
“Thanks Percy. That was… just what I needed. Yeah. So let’s do that fucking heist then?”
*The Ballad of Jayne Cobb, Firefly (adapted)
