http://2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 2oldforthisspit.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-04-08 08:41 pm

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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..."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Seen her 'round. She's black. As a dragon, not as a person, 'cuz then she's white. Black hair, though. As a person."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Bridgette shakes her head. "But I'll show her to you if I see her and you're still here."

'Cuz, naturally, Lucy would miss the giant dragon if Bridge wasn't here to point her out!

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I lived in Arizona," Bridgette boasts. "That's a desert."

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.

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I saw snow a couple of times in Vermont, where Grandma Dubois lives. Or lived." Bridgette gives a little shrug.

"But here's the first time I really saw snow for such a long time."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Bridgette frowns. "Wish we'd had snow days. Those always sounded real fun."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, maybe not the mountains - but just a regular snow day would be really cool - with snowmen and everything!"

Oliver opens his eyes, looks long-suffering, then closes his eyes once more.

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"...Men made out of snow? You live in snow! How 'come you don't make 'em?"

Pause.

"Or do you make snow-dragons?"

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we make snow-men. You should try it sometime. One big ball of snow, then a smaller one, then a smaller one for the head. Two buttons for eyes, and a carrot for a nose."

Bridge smiles. "But maybe carrots could be horns. On a snow-dragon."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Bridgette's smile fades. "Oh. I'm sorry."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess so," Bridgette replies, wrinkling her nose a little bit at the idea of hunting.

"I don't like it when things are dead."

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you could try dog food - dogs are supposed to eat meat but they eat dog food!"

Oliver takes a long inhale, counts to ten, then exhales.

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Dog food tastes really good. You can find it in Petco. We went there to get food for Mr. Snuffles. He really liked it." Sell that Purina, Bridge!

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.

[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com 2008-04-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Bridgette nods slowly, seriously. "Gotta make sure the meat's not sick, though," she cautions Nhim. Bridgette knows sickness.

"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.