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Promise is on her way home when she hears something just about crashing through the woods. What could that be?
She lands in a nearby tree, relaxes her wings, and peers at the source of the sound.
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imeanforever
castmyown
"Probably would involve me throwing it all back up," he agrees with a sigh, coming up for air after the cup's half drained. He looks at it hungrily. Like he's trying to will it into his stomach immediately instead of - careful sipping. He forces himself to stick to careful, careful sips.
Careful sip, little break. Careful sip, little break. He's going to try not to overload his poor, abused stomach.
Careful sip, little break. Careful sip, little break. He's going to try not to overload his poor, abused stomach.
castmyown
"Thanks," he murmurs, softly, when the cup is properly drained. "Uh - food, small bits of food? Please?"
There's a tinge of desperation to his voice, but he is - obviously keeping it in check.
There's a tinge of desperation to his voice, but he is - obviously keeping it in check.
imeanforever
"Yeah."
She gets him something yellow that is roughly the texture of an avocado, but flavored more like vanilla and burnt sugar, and cuts it up and feeds him little bits.
She gets him something yellow that is roughly the texture of an avocado, but flavored more like vanilla and burnt sugar, and cuts it up and feeds him little bits.
castmyown
'Ted' is obviously working very, very hard to not - be undignified and weird about this. Even though he pretty obviously find the food the best food of all time.
When it's gone, he asks softly, "There's no way I can bring home a bushel of those, is there. Otherwise you wouldn't need to literally hand feed me."
When it's gone, he asks softly, "There's no way I can bring home a bushel of those, is there. Otherwise you wouldn't need to literally hand feed me."
imeanforever
"Well, no one could follow up on a claim in your world, unless they got through my gate," she says. "But it'd be safer not to. Something else, or give it a minute to settle?"
castmyown
"I -" He wants to beg for something else to eat so badly it hurts. - "... Minute to settle. Safer."
imeanforever
"Okay." She goes and mashes up a bowl of something pulpy, mixed with seeds from a shaker, for when he wants another installment, though.
Where's "Fred", anyway...?
Where's "Fred", anyway...?
"Fred" is - not here. As in she is not in the house. When did she even leave?
imeanforever
"No. I think she was here when I left to check the gate. Would you have noticed if she slipped out while I was gone?"
castmyown
"I -... No, no, damn it," he mutters, and he carefully starts pulling himself to his feet.
imeanforever
"You're in no condition to be running off on a rescue mission. She can't have got far and I can search from the air and order her down if she's doing something idiotic - if you get lost too then I have two missing mortals to track down."
castmyown
"... Fair. That's - that's fair," sighs Ted, sinking back to the ground in a defeated and sad heap. "I'm - not flighty, but you can - I give you permission to order me to stay here if it means you can go find her faster..."
imeanforever
"As long as you will, actually, stay here, it doesn't matter if it's an instruction or not -" She finds something blue and shaped like a quail egg and pops it into his mouth. "Candied dewdrop. Suck, don't bite, and it'll last -" (and that instruction is forceful, because she has some idea of how hungry he must be; and the dewdrop tastes like particularly delicious water, in the way that water is particularly delicious when one is unbearably thirsty) "and I should be back soon - she can't have gotten too far. You know where the gate is. If walking through it takes you anywhere it will be your home. You can try it if you have to, if you give up on me finding her."
And she goes for the door.
And she goes for the door.
castmyown
.... Best thing. Fairy food is the most delicious food.
He tries to say thank you, but with a candied dewdrop in his mouth it comes out more like, "Mmfnk Oou."
He tries to say thank you, but with a candied dewdrop in his mouth it comes out more like, "Mmfnk Oou."
imeanforever
"You're welcome."
Promise shuts the door behind her and gets altitude, looking and listening for crashing stupid mortals such as Fred.
Promise shuts the door behind her and gets altitude, looking and listening for crashing stupid mortals such as Fred.
There's not so much a crashing sound, but there is some sort of - struggle sound. Like someone is stuck somewhere and trying to get out as quietly as possible and really not managing it.
morethanimaginary
Is that a mortal? Is that her mortal? Oh yes. Yes it is.
She's stuck in quicksand. How nice for her.
"Fuck, shit, damn fucking - this shouldn't even fucking exist, quicksand is a fucking myth, god damn it-"
She's stuck in quicksand. How nice for her.
"Fuck, shit, damn fucking - this shouldn't even fucking exist, quicksand is a fucking myth, god damn it-"
imeanforever
"What ever led you to believe that quicksand's a myth?" wonders Promise, alighting on a branch nearby and looking for something to throw Fred to haul herself out with. She finds a fallen stick and picks up its end and, flying, drags it over to Fred.
morethanimaginary
"It's a myth in my world," she hisses, insistent. "A thing that goes on bad television, it literally does not actually fucking exist."
Fred grabs the stick, muttering curse words.
Fred grabs the stick, muttering curse words.
imeanforever
"Don't kick, don't flail," instructs Promise. "Slowly pull yourself over and then along the stick until you get to the edge of the patch, there." She points.