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Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 12-07-2013
Dated November 24th, 1883
Wren was curled up tightly on some soft surface and even if she'd had the desire to her eyes would not have cooperated in any effort to open. Her body felt heavy and complained fiercely when she stirred. Her dreams had been a chaotic mix of dragon memories swirling in a human past and they were oozing over into her half-way woken conscious as something drew her awake. Her feet were prickling painfully and she curled into a fetal position, drawing them up closer to her, as her fingers gripped whatever was wrapped around her fiercely.
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The second time she woke it was from the silence. It filled her ears and tickled along her spine. Her eyes fluttered open but registered nothing at first. Eventually she realized she was facing something solid and rolled over. There was a grate of glowing embers that cast dark shadows around whatever room she was in. Groaning she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She swung her feet over the edge of the couch and sat there slouching as she summoned the effort to get up. She could just barely make out the outline of her feet in the light of the embers and she wiggled them. They were definitely hers but that didn't make them feel any less foreign to her.
She sighed and looked up. Walls and ceiling closed her in and even though she couldn't complain considering they kept her warm presently she felt confined by them. She planted her feet and pushed up into a standing position. She wobbled a bit in the position that she knew was natural... but her balanced seemed lacking at best and her arms hung uncomfortably at her sides. She didn't remember them feeling so useless but walking on four legs had been normal for so long and now that she only needed two the extra ones felt almost pointless.
She could hear the heavy and rhythmic breathing from another room and it was easy to guess it was Gus. The cloak wrapped around her smelled like him. The whole house smelled like him. She tip toed across the floor marveling at her ability to maneuver silently. She was far more used to brushing against or knocking things over when moving in small spaces.
The floorboards were cold but compared to being bare in the snow she could ignore it long enough to satisfy her curiosity. She reached out to touch everything as she went, experiencing each texture as if for the first time. How many times had she staked herself outside his little dwelling without ever seeing the inside of it? She had quite enjoyed trapping him in here with the threat of fire. It was exceedingly difficult to reconcile the large interior space she was seeing with the memory of the unimpressive hut she'd more than once considering sitting on.
She found herself at a door from behind which the snoring was coming. She did not think twice about going in and pushed the door open slowly. The floor was even colder here and grew more so as she moved farther in but she wanted to see him. She didn't know why but she needed to see him. Just sleeping there. It was completely dark but she could see a dark form on what could be a bed so she considered her curiosity satisfied as the cold floor and her own exhaustion began to nag at her again.
Back in the room she started in, she looked at the couch and then the embers. Already her eyes felt heavy again. Her brief adventure had sapped her of what energy sh'd regained. the couch had been nice enough but she dragged the blanket off of it and made a little nest for herself in front of the fireplace, curling up in the warmth and soft glow of it. She was asleep again in moments.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 12-07-2013
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 449
NOTES:
Gus had been completely confused and concerned about the events of the other day. Not only had Gertie vanished off the face of the Earth (an impressive feat for such a large creature) but this strange woman had remained unconscious ever since! At least he thought so for he had never once seen her awake. Who was she? Was she married? Where did she come from? Was her appearance anything to do with Gertie's disappearance? If so, how? Was it even remotely possible that she was Gertie? Ha, no that was ridiculous, dragons didn't just spontaneously turn into people! Even in a world where magic was commonplace that was utterly ridiculous... wasn't it?
He hadn't yet spoken to his family about the mess, he was loathe to admit that he'd lost his one and only dragon charge (though she was the most difficult of all of the dragons, he thought) and he felt confident that Gertie would show up, preferably sooner as opposed to later. Maybe she had gone off to die somewhere? That thought made Gus' blood run cold, he hated the idea of her going and dying somewhere without him and just the general idea of her dying but then he remembered her ferocity just before she'd vanished and he was convinced the old girl had plenty of life left in her.
The dark haired man shifted in his sleep and shivered - there was a draft coming from somewhere. He preferred to sleep nude and so with the covers no longer fully covering him, he could feel a sharp coolness brush against his exposed back. "Close th' window," he groaned, groggily wrenching himself out of his slumber to see what the cause of the coldness was. Why was his door open? He rubbed at his eyes and sleepily got out bed, grabbing his robe while he was at it and going to shut the door. As he reached it and was about to shut it, he paused and realized that she would have to have been the one to open it, even if she did seem to be fast asleep last he saw her, maybe she was awake now? Frowning to himself in sleepy confusion, he walked over to the couch and peered down at her - or would've done if she was there, it appeared she had migrated a couple feet to be closer to the fire but she was fast asleep by the looks of it. Who was she? He perched on the arm and stared hard at her. No, no he really didn't recognize her and he certainly couldn't imagine she had anything to do with Gertie by the look at her.
He hadn't yet spoken to his family about the mess, he was loathe to admit that he'd lost his one and only dragon charge (though she was the most difficult of all of the dragons, he thought) and he felt confident that Gertie would show up, preferably sooner as opposed to later. Maybe she had gone off to die somewhere? That thought made Gus' blood run cold, he hated the idea of her going and dying somewhere without him and just the general idea of her dying but then he remembered her ferocity just before she'd vanished and he was convinced the old girl had plenty of life left in her.
The dark haired man shifted in his sleep and shivered - there was a draft coming from somewhere. He preferred to sleep nude and so with the covers no longer fully covering him, he could feel a sharp coolness brush against his exposed back. "Close th' window," he groaned, groggily wrenching himself out of his slumber to see what the cause of the coldness was. Why was his door open? He rubbed at his eyes and sleepily got out bed, grabbing his robe while he was at it and going to shut the door. As he reached it and was about to shut it, he paused and realized that she would have to have been the one to open it, even if she did seem to be fast asleep last he saw her, maybe she was awake now? Frowning to himself in sleepy confusion, he walked over to the couch and peered down at her - or would've done if she was there, it appeared she had migrated a couple feet to be closer to the fire but she was fast asleep by the looks of it. Who was she? He perched on the arm and stared hard at her. No, no he really didn't recognize her and he certainly couldn't imagine she had anything to do with Gertie by the look at her.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 12-09-2013
Wren growled and rolled over. It was more of a groan than a growl but she meant it as a growl because the way she felt called for a growl. It seemed every joint of hers ached when she moved. Apparently this body did not appreciate sleeping on the hard floor as much as her previous one. She stretched trying to work out the lead feeling in her limbs but all it did was expose her to the cold again.
She snatched her arms and legs back to her, curling up in a tight ball under the cloak and scooting even closer to what was left of the embers in the grate. Resting her chin on her knees, she stared at the nearly lifeless coals. She missed her fire. She missed the heat of it in her very core. Her heat now was mediocre at best and clearly insufficient for survival on her own. She was completely dependant.
There was something of a snort and a heavy exhale from somewhere behind her and Wren scrambled to attention, moving as quickly as she could in her uncoordinated state. Posied on hands and the balls of her feet, there was just enough light streaming in to illuminate the large and looming profile of some sleeping creature on the couch. She inched closer, her legs unfolding awkwardly under her as instincts told her to keep low.
She finally got close enough to see what it was in the dim light and relaxed back on her haunches. What an oaf. It was Gus. She sat there on her heels looking at him in his slack-jawed state, her face inches from his.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 12-10-2013
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 226
NOTES:
He'd leaned back on the couch for a mere five minutes and had apparently fallen asleep all too quickly, ending up sprawled on the couch in his robe. As a general rule, he was a heavy sleeper but he was also used to being on his toes and keeping watch over a dragon and so his instincts weren't half bad, even when asleep. Not that he slept on the job. In the back of his mind, something told him he was being watched and the more he listened to that voice, the more he became certain it was right. He had that strange prickling feeling even while asleep.
Gusgus mumbled in his sleep before slowly cracking his eyes open. For a half-second, he nearly shut them again but he realized there was another pair of eyes looking back at him and he slammed his eyes open fully, jumping into a sitting position in surprise. "What dae ye think yer doing? Ye nearly scared th' life out of me!" he complained, obviously unnerved by her being so close.
He was embarrassed at being caught unawares and sat up properly and scratched his head, looking rather sheepish as he did. "It's nice tae finally see ye awake though," he confessed, considerably more calm than before. "You've been asleep for half an age," he added with a slight chuckle.
Gusgus mumbled in his sleep before slowly cracking his eyes open. For a half-second, he nearly shut them again but he realized there was another pair of eyes looking back at him and he slammed his eyes open fully, jumping into a sitting position in surprise. "What dae ye think yer doing? Ye nearly scared th' life out of me!" he complained, obviously unnerved by her being so close.
He was embarrassed at being caught unawares and sat up properly and scratched his head, looking rather sheepish as he did. "It's nice tae finally see ye awake though," he confessed, considerably more calm than before. "You've been asleep for half an age," he added with a slight chuckle.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 12-13-2013
She regarded him steadily as he jumped in alarm. It was amazing the boy had survived to the age he was. In his defence he was theoretically safe in his own home but if she didn't like tolerate him so much he'd be easy pickings for a great predator like her. Or... like she'd once been.
Tilting her head to the side, she couldn't help but feel disoriented. What her eyes and ears were taking in of him just felt wrong. He looked out of proportion and his voice was far more commanding comming from above her rather than below. Had his arms always been that long? Or his nose that small compared to the rest of him?
What he said didn't require a response so instead she stood up drawing his cloak around her against the cold. She felt no compulsion to test whether this body still had the ability to speak but some small memory of human interaction cues told her if he was smiling she should also. She did seriously consider smiling and she was sure she could if she tried. She expected the muscle movements would simply occur as automaticaly as walking had. But it felt foreign to her, this facial expression of friendliness. She would simply avoid setting him on fire to show friendliness just as she always had.
Without any adieu she stepped away from him. She was hungry and there was bound to be food in his little hut. It only took peering through two doorways to find the kitchen. It had to be the kitchen because it smelt different in here. Abd wIth the knowledge she began rifling through anything that would open looking for something edible.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 01-04-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 293
NOTES:
The movement of her head gave Gus the idea that she was confused on some level. Why was that? Did she not speak English? He watched curiously as she got up and tucked the cloak around herself. Was she cold? He didn't have any girl's clothes to offer her, it wasn't like he wore them and he certainly didn't entertain women as some of his brothers liked to. Vina would have some but she wasn't conveniently there to help out.
Further curiosity ensued as she moved away from him and headed for the kitchen. Maybe this was why taking in strangers was warned against, this one was clearly very odd. Hoping he might be able to pry information out of her such as who she was, where she came from and if she happened to know anything about Gertie, he decided to follow her.
As he came to stand in the kitchen to see her searching his cupboards, he figured she had to be very hungry. "Ah should hae known you'd be hungry!" He could cook but he could make very basic food and since he was sort of playing host (and it was his house) he supposed he ought to fix her something. Walking over to a cabinet near her, he pulled out a loaf of bread and some cheese. "It's nae much but it tastes jus' wonderful when you're hungry." All he needed was a knife and a plate... Damn where were those kept? His multi-purpose cook, maid and housekeeper usually saw to meals - she was a blessing - but she was also probably still asleep. He felt awkward talking to her, she was a she she also hadn't said a word to him yet. Maybe she was a mute?
Further curiosity ensued as she moved away from him and headed for the kitchen. Maybe this was why taking in strangers was warned against, this one was clearly very odd. Hoping he might be able to pry information out of her such as who she was, where she came from and if she happened to know anything about Gertie, he decided to follow her.
As he came to stand in the kitchen to see her searching his cupboards, he figured she had to be very hungry. "Ah should hae known you'd be hungry!" He could cook but he could make very basic food and since he was sort of playing host (and it was his house) he supposed he ought to fix her something. Walking over to a cabinet near her, he pulled out a loaf of bread and some cheese. "It's nae much but it tastes jus' wonderful when you're hungry." All he needed was a knife and a plate... Damn where were those kept? His multi-purpose cook, maid and housekeeper usually saw to meals - she was a blessing - but she was also probably still asleep. He felt awkward talking to her, she was a she she also hadn't said a word to him yet. Maybe she was a mute?
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 01-05-2014
He followed her into the kitchen and it was so ironically normal that this brought a grin to her face. She was normally flying and he was chasing him on that flying stick thing broom but it was close enough. The expression, too, felt familiar but it pushed at the skin on her face. Like new shoes that needed breaking in she held the smile, testing it out.
She continued rummaging in his cabinets, finding nothing useful and largely ignoring what he was saying until he was next to her with all his giant tallness holding food. She accepted the bread from him, resisting the urge to snatch it. She cradled it in her hands for a moment and gave it an inquisitive sniff. It didn't tell her as much as it used to. Human senses were disappointingly limited. Still she tore it apart and bit into it, not waiting for the cheese or a plate.
It definitely wasn't a goat but it was food and she was hungry and it tasted like a memory she hadn't realized she'd forgotten. She ate quickly, taking large bites, and making no efforts to restrain any noises of appreciation. That is until she realized he was still there with all his tallness, watching her. She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling instinctively like he was here to steal her food. She froze, watching him while 80 years of instinctive habit battled with higher thought processes. It was his food to begin with after all... and he'd shared it with her. She watched him for a moment more before offering him back a bit of bread in a universal sign of friendliness or peace.
"Gus." she stated simply, acknowledging him. Her voice felt far too wobbly and beyond her control like she'd had a cry just before the sound felt so weird on her tongue that her nose wrinkled slightly at hearing it.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 01-14-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 389
NOTES:
This young woman was the most peculiar creature Gus had ever met, as far as women went which really wasn't saying much since he had gone so far as to mistaken a man for a woman so perhaps his judgement of the female species wasn't so trustworthy. He watched her curiously as she took the bread and sniffed at it. What was she expecting to smell? Was she suspicious of it's edibility? Gus couldn't call himself the most astute of people where keeping a kitchen was concerned but he was pretty sure he wouldn't make the mistake of offering moldy or otherwise unsafe bread.
He was about to get a knife to cut the cheese with but she tore into the bread and he refrained, for now at least. Truly astounding she was! It could be simply because she hadn't eaten in a while but most young ladies didn't attack bread like it was about to run away. Perhaps she was one of the less fortunate members of society or a former orphan and no one had taught her table manners, or maybe she had them but didn't care?
Gus was usually uncomfortable around women when not in the company of drink too, he never knew what to say to them or what to do around them, what with all of the ins and outs of social etiquette. This specimen, however, for whatever reason did not have such an effect on him. It was probably the informality of the situation which caused more ease in him and being at home also helped. He realized she was glaring at him almost possessively. His eyes widened in surprise and he found even more questions about her rising to the forefront of his mind.
And then she offered him bread and spoke his name. He blinked dumbly. When had he told her his name? Had he introduced himself to her while unconscious and she had heard him? He couldn't quite remember. "That's alrigh'," he started, referring to the piece of bread she was offering, "ye hae it, I'm nae hungry." He was lying, he was rather hungry but he wasn't short on food and she needed it more. "How is it ye know mah name exactly?" he asked curiously, unable to prevent himself asking as it was now bugging him incessantly.
He was about to get a knife to cut the cheese with but she tore into the bread and he refrained, for now at least. Truly astounding she was! It could be simply because she hadn't eaten in a while but most young ladies didn't attack bread like it was about to run away. Perhaps she was one of the less fortunate members of society or a former orphan and no one had taught her table manners, or maybe she had them but didn't care?
Gus was usually uncomfortable around women when not in the company of drink too, he never knew what to say to them or what to do around them, what with all of the ins and outs of social etiquette. This specimen, however, for whatever reason did not have such an effect on him. It was probably the informality of the situation which caused more ease in him and being at home also helped. He realized she was glaring at him almost possessively. His eyes widened in surprise and he found even more questions about her rising to the forefront of his mind.
And then she offered him bread and spoke his name. He blinked dumbly. When had he told her his name? Had he introduced himself to her while unconscious and she had heard him? He couldn't quite remember. "That's alrigh'," he started, referring to the piece of bread she was offering, "ye hae it, I'm nae hungry." He was lying, he was rather hungry but he wasn't short on food and she needed it more. "How is it ye know mah name exactly?" he asked curiously, unable to prevent himself asking as it was now bugging him incessantly.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 01-19-2014
Wren was very relieved he turned down the morsel and quickly popped it into her mouth. It would have been more polite if he'd taken a small bite and given the rest back. But he wasn't a dragon and they weren't sharing a goat leg. She took a sweeping gaze over the kitchen. He was talking again and she wasn't listening again. The roof was entirely too close for her taste and it was distracting. There was something unnatural to her about looking up and not seeing sky.
He was different. His body language was less confident and she was significantly less fearsome now, a fact she was reluctant to admit. The idea that when she was able to maim, burn, and otherwise cause him significant harm he'd shout abuse at her but when she was small and he was gigantic he was tentative and curious was amusing.
She looked at him again before taking a chunk of the cheese and carrying it back to the living room. She dropped unceremoniously in front of the fire and arranged the blankets around her in nest. "You told me. You were Gus and I was Gertie." It still didn' feel quite right, this talking thing. Her voice felt constricted and the whole of it took way more tongue work than she was used to.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 02-08-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 228
NOTES:
What a strange woman she was! For all that her being a female unnerved him, her peculiarities made her fascinating in a strange way despite his awkwardness. He followed her as she left the kitchen, his brow furrowing in confusion at her behavior. How strange she was!
She stopped and got comfortable amongst the odd arrangement of blankets she had made and then she finally spoke. Gus blinked hard, certain he had to have misheard what she had said. She had said Gertie, hadn't she? Had he imagined it? No, no it had definitely been her but what could she possibly mean that she 'was Gertie'? She was no dragon and he certainly couldn't recall ever being on first name terms with someone called Gertie, Gertrude or otherwise. Not to mention he was sure he would have recognized her. "What dae ye mean? Ye said Gertie, righ'?" No, she couldn't actually be Gertie? That was the most ridiculous and crazy idea he had ever heard! Yet, it would explain why Gertie, a very large aggressive dragon, had managed to vanish into thin air.
"Ye cannae mean tae say ye're mah Gertie?" He couldn't wrap his head around that being a possibility let alone the truth. On one hand it would certainly explain a lot but on the other... dragons didn't just turn into people suddenly! That was insane!
She stopped and got comfortable amongst the odd arrangement of blankets she had made and then she finally spoke. Gus blinked hard, certain he had to have misheard what she had said. She had said Gertie, hadn't she? Had he imagined it? No, no it had definitely been her but what could she possibly mean that she 'was Gertie'? She was no dragon and he certainly couldn't recall ever being on first name terms with someone called Gertie, Gertrude or otherwise. Not to mention he was sure he would have recognized her. "What dae ye mean? Ye said Gertie, righ'?" No, she couldn't actually be Gertie? That was the most ridiculous and crazy idea he had ever heard! Yet, it would explain why Gertie, a very large aggressive dragon, had managed to vanish into thin air.
"Ye cannae mean tae say ye're mah Gertie?" He couldn't wrap his head around that being a possibility let alone the truth. On one hand it would certainly explain a lot but on the other... dragons didn't just turn into people suddenly! That was insane!
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 02-11-2014
The cheese was even better than the bread. It had been easy to tear into the bread, quickly chewing and swallowing bites that grew progressively bigger as she reacquainted herself with the taste and texture of it, but the cheese was a different story. Soft and rich, she savored it. Even going so far as to hold it on her tongue, letting the flavor saturate her entire pallet.
It had been true what she'd said but clearly it was the wrong thing to say because it just meant he had questions. Questions meant she was supposed to answer... with words. Part of her wanted to snort at him and go back to her food. Food was not a thing you interrupted, especially when it was cheese this good. But as she swallowed she reluctantly admitted that snorting at him was something a dragon would do. 'His Gertie', indeed.
She watched the fire for a moment before looking over her shoulder. She had many thoughts on the implication that he'd somehow owned her and she resented it. As if a dragon could truly be owned if they didn't want to be. But... she had lived close to him for a time. He'd cared for her when she was sick. He'd even once defended her against one of his kin. None of the other brutish dragonkeepers had been like that with her. They had been a pair of sorts. She supposed that meant they belonged to each other. And that was a lot easier to grapple with than complex thoughts of ownership and captivity.
"Yes." she said plainly with an affirmative nod. She turned back to the fire and licked thoughtfully at the bit of cheese left in her hand. She could feel the questions coming. Questions meant more talking. In an effort to hurry the process of his slow enlightenment she grudgingly offered a short explanation "The curse must have broken. Very inconvenient in the middle of winter." She wiggled her toes in the depths of her blanket nest, remembering the pain of being rendered naked in snow. She'd always thought she'd be ecstatic to be human again but she'd long given up the hope and now that she finally was... all she felt was irritation, which was clearly preferable to the more unpleasant things she didn't want to feel.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 02-16-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 262
NOTES:
Yes? Gus stared. No, she couldn't mean it, could she? It was the only logical explanation he had for anything though but it was so difficult to wrap his head around. How could that giant, fire-breathing beast be this scantily clad, far more delicate-looking female? Was she a very talented animagus? Could animagi even take the shape of dragons? He hadn't heard of it but he wasn't an expert in the area either.
A curse? That made more sense if he was correct in doubting the ability of animagi to take the form of magical creatures. But who would curse a girl into becoming a dragon? What purpose could that possibly serve? What had she done to deserve such treatment?
"So... Yer really mah Gertie? Gertie who nearly roasted me bald? Th' same dragon tha' tried tae eat me on several occasions?" It was slowly starting to absorb into his little peabrain. "Why ever did ye eat all those wee Ministry owls? Ye know a girl came askin' me tae make sure ye stopped spit roastin' them. Could ye understand what Ah was sayin' when you were...? I always thought Gertie - Ah mean ye - was a smart beastie, had tha' knowing look in yer eye like ye knew jus' what Ah was sayin' an' ye were going tae ignore it anyway." He had suddenly grown very talkative, despite feeling incredibly awkward by the fact that she was a woman and one that possibly knew a great deal more about him than any other woman that wasn't his sister or mother.
A curse? That made more sense if he was correct in doubting the ability of animagi to take the form of magical creatures. But who would curse a girl into becoming a dragon? What purpose could that possibly serve? What had she done to deserve such treatment?
"So... Yer really mah Gertie? Gertie who nearly roasted me bald? Th' same dragon tha' tried tae eat me on several occasions?" It was slowly starting to absorb into his little peabrain. "Why ever did ye eat all those wee Ministry owls? Ye know a girl came askin' me tae make sure ye stopped spit roastin' them. Could ye understand what Ah was sayin' when you were...? I always thought Gertie - Ah mean ye - was a smart beastie, had tha' knowing look in yer eye like ye knew jus' what Ah was sayin' an' ye were going tae ignore it anyway." He had suddenly grown very talkative, despite feeling incredibly awkward by the fact that she was a woman and one that possibly knew a great deal more about him than any other woman that wasn't his sister or mother.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 02-16-2014
Wren sat contentedly in front of the fire finishing her cheese and bread as Gus slowly realized the implications. She put the last lump of cheese on top of her last bit of bread, making an awkwardly large bite, but she stuffed the lot of it in her mouth unceremoniously. She could practically feel the cogs in his brain turning as he thought it through. She liked this game. She called it the "I'm too big and fearsome to deign to pay full attention to you" game. Or '"Ignore Gus" for short. It involved him doing whatever, and her pretending to not pay attention, except that every sense she had besides sight was trained on him.
She barely contained a snort, because that would indicate she was paying attention, when he mentioned the haircut she'd given him. She didn't want to start on his hair already. She'd have several words about his need for a haircut another time. But when he mentioned the ministry owls her interest was captured and her game of ignoring him came to an abrupt end.
She spun and scuttled closer to him, poised on her knees a wide grin of mischievous delight across her face. "Did she really? What did she say? What did you say?" She waited, keen to hear all about it. Mission Stop the Post had been her most recent game. And targeting ministry owls had been a particularly clever thing to do, if you asked her. Spotting the particular purple insignia on things being carried by moving featherballs had been no small feat, one that she took quite a bit of pride in. She'd even left a few of her trophies on Gus' doorstep. The best part, by far, was that the ministry had noticed and they hadn't just noticed, they'd trekked out here to pester Gus about it. It was basically the best thing that had happened in years.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 02-17-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 237
NOTES:
Apparently the owls were the key to provoking more conversation from her. He was a little taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm compared to her rather stand-offish attitude before, but he could work with enthusiasm. It was difficult to fathom Gertie and this young woman as one and the same, it was like knowing that you knew a person but not recognizing them.
"Well... At first Ah migh' hae scared her..." He didn't go into that any further, for all that Gertie was technically the dragon he'd told many things to, Gertie was now a human woman who definitely understood what he was saying and could reply - there was one thing knowing a dragon had enough intelligence to understand you but to think they could actually understand fully was something altogether different and something that was possibly exclusive to Gertie considering she had been cursed, was it? "But uhh... Yeah, she said tae me," he prepared a high-pitched voice for the imitation he was about to give, "'Mister MacFusty, yer dragon has destroyed Ministry property! Somthin' about delivering pamphlets. Here's a pamphlet!' Or somethin' tae tha' effect anyway." He shot her a nervous, lopsided grin. He had been more at ease around her when she had scales, now he felt the need to impress her and not in the same way as before where it was more of an attempt to win respect from a dragon.
"Well... At first Ah migh' hae scared her..." He didn't go into that any further, for all that Gertie was technically the dragon he'd told many things to, Gertie was now a human woman who definitely understood what he was saying and could reply - there was one thing knowing a dragon had enough intelligence to understand you but to think they could actually understand fully was something altogether different and something that was possibly exclusive to Gertie considering she had been cursed, was it? "But uhh... Yeah, she said tae me," he prepared a high-pitched voice for the imitation he was about to give, "'Mister MacFusty, yer dragon has destroyed Ministry property! Somthin' about delivering pamphlets. Here's a pamphlet!' Or somethin' tae tha' effect anyway." He shot her a nervous, lopsided grin. He had been more at ease around her when she had scales, now he felt the need to impress her and not in the same way as before where it was more of an attempt to win respect from a dragon.
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Wren Watson - 02-17-2014
Wren listened with rapt attention to the tale, too busy being enthralled to even scoff at idea of the women being frightened of him. She was even more delighted when he put on the high pitched voice which was clearly for her benefit but she didn't care. The woman sounded as ridiculous as Wren could have hoped her to be. Of course she'd secretly imagined a short, very round man with a mustache that bristled every time he thought of his messages not going through but this was almost as good.
"Mister MacFusty, indeed." she said almost wistfully, wishing she could've been there to watch, her pronunciation of his name closely resembling his. Or even better! Wren wished she could have shown up with a featherball to present to her and watch her be both irate and terrified at her fearsomeness. "Was it a terribly important pamphlet? Do you still have it? What did it say?"
RE: Two Legs to Stand On - Angus MacFusty - 02-18-2014
DATE: November 24th, 1883
TAG: Wren
WORDS: 184
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Had there been any doubts left in his mind that this strange woman was his Gertrude then they disappeared as he observed her amusement. Even as a dragon he could tell she took great satisfaction in her mischief and her human self was evidently no different. Shit, what was he going to tell his family? How was he supposed to explain this? "Hey Gus, where's yer dragon?" "Oh she just happened to TURN INTO A HUMAN." He'd be laughed out of Lews Castle with that one.
He was brought sharply back to reality by her asking about the pamphlet he had mentioned. What had it said again? He couldn't remember; he knew he hadn't read it but surely Miss Dobbs had mentioned what sort of pamphlet it was? Damned if he could remember, he couldn't even remember where he put it. "Ah don't know, Ah ne'er actually read it. It's probably lying 'round here somewhere." He had probably dropped it on a table somewhere or on a pile of other papery things. "Cannae imagine it was anythin' interesting though!" he added with a smirk.
He was brought sharply back to reality by her asking about the pamphlet he had mentioned. What had it said again? He couldn't remember; he knew he hadn't read it but surely Miss Dobbs had mentioned what sort of pamphlet it was? Damned if he could remember, he couldn't even remember where he put it. "Ah don't know, Ah ne'er actually read it. It's probably lying 'round here somewhere." He had probably dropped it on a table somewhere or on a pile of other papery things. "Cannae imagine it was anythin' interesting though!" he added with a smirk.