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Nhim certainly hopes that this is the right farm. She's visited several on her way here with no luck, and the deer she carries in her maw is starting to taste a bit off. The dragon lands in an ungainly fashion at the Cooper farm, dropping her catch with a thud and peering into the house's upper story window. "Hello?" she calls, experimentally, then mutters to herself, "I hope no one has those damned sticks again, if this isn't the right farm..."
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'Cuz, naturally, Lucy would miss the giant dragon if Bridge wasn't here to point her out!
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Oliver comes out at this time, chair in hand. "Oh," a pause to remember her name, "Bridgette. How fare you?"
Bridgette blinks. "Um, fine, Mr. Wycliffe."
"Yes, well, now," Oliver says, setting the chair down near Nhim and looking somewhat awkwardly at the youngster. "Now, I'm about to perform some magic requiring a lot of concentration, so I would ask that you converse quietly, if it please you. Very well?"
Bridgette remains as unimpressed by Oliver as ever. "Sure."
His smile is a bit too hearty to be genuine. "Yes! Yes, thank you, good girl." He sits down and closes his eyes.
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"But here's the first time I really saw snow for such a long time."
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Oliver opens his eyes, looks long-suffering, then closes his eyes once more.
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Pause.
"Or do you make snow-dragons?"
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Bridge smiles. "But maybe carrots could be horns. On a snow-dragon."
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"I don't like it when things are dead."
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Oliver takes a long inhale, counts to ten, then exhales.
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She lifts her head up briefly, swinging it around to look at Oliver as she pricks her ears. "Are you all right?"
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Smooth and pleasant is Oliver's, "I'm quite well, thank you. Just...resettling." Oliver feels hellishly awkward telling a child that isn't his to be quiet.
"Does the bite from the pretty fish-lady still hurt?" Bridge asks Oliver.
"A bit...." His eyes snap open, his gaze mildly alarmed. "Ah, did I tell you about that?" That doesn't sound like a story he'd tell a child.
Mommy told her not to talk about the dreams. "Guess so. Maybe someone else did."
Well, that makes sense. Oliver closes his eyes again and resolves to have a word or two with Thrust.
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One ear flicks slightly. "Fish-lady?" she repeats. "You mean mermaids?"
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"No, they weren't mermaids," Bridgette continues. "The lady walked on land - and didn't sing - and didn't have a fish tail. Until she grew one when she kissed him. But the robot guy fought them off and another fish-lady bit him and," is that a bit of a malicious smile on Bridgette's face as she nods towards Oliver? "he didn't have a shirt even though it was winter." She shakes her head at the silliness of Oliver Wycliffe.
When Oliver first realized that Nhim wouldn't harm him, he didn't blush as much as he does now. Nor did he sputter softly and look quite so shocked.
DEFINITELY. HAVING. WORDS. WITH THRUST.
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