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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
morethanimaginary
Grumble, grumble. But she follows instructions.
Slowly, she pulls herself out.
Slowly, she pulls herself out.
imeanforever
"The gate still wasn't working last I checked, so, yes. Come on."
morethanimaginary
"Coming," she sighs, and she trails along behind Promise, looking around suspiciously.
imeanforever
They encounter no further danger before they get back to the house, where Promise immediately checks on Ted.
castmyown
"I am," says Ted dryly, "not dead. And neither are you, Fred, look at you."
morethanimaginary
"Oh, shut the fuck up with the passive aggression, I was looking for a fucking gate keeper..."
imeanforever
"You were finding quicksand, and if you'd found a gatekeeper it'd be overwhelmingly likely they'd have had your name and Ted's too out of you, and as soon as the gate I made connects I will be a gatekeeper who won't cost you anything. Is your dewdrop gone? Do you want something else?"
morethanimaginary
"Well obviously I'm not going to go looking now, he's - eating food. And not starving to death anymore."
castmyown
"Dewdrop's gone," informs Ted, smiling a little at Promise. "I - another, please, it was very nice..."
imeanforever
"Another dewdrop, you mean, or do you want some of this?" She gestures at the red glop with the seeds in. "I'm almost out of dewdrops."
castmyown
"I'm - really not in any sort of state to be picky," he snorts. "Whatever's easiest for you."
imeanforever
Glop it is. The glop isn't sweet; it's sort of vinegary and full of exotic spicy flavors, the faerie equivalent of tasting really authentic curry for the first time.
castmyown
Sloooow blink.
"That was not the flavor I was expecting, there."
(Does she have milk? Somewhere? Or the fairy equivalent of it?)
"That was not the flavor I was expecting, there."
(Does she have milk? Somewhere? Or the fairy equivalent of it?)
imeanforever
"I doubt you have anything exactly like anything in my kitchen, where you're from."
If he wants something milklike he will have to ask.
If he wants something milklike he will have to ask.
castmyown
"Prrrrobably not," he agrees. "Um. Do you have - something to help with - that much spice or - something?"
imeanforever
"Do you not like spicy things? Here -" She fetches berries, still on a vine, and feeds him one. It's not exactly milky, but it tastes cold and smooth.
castmyown
He eats those, gratefully.
"They're fine, that just - caught me by surprise. Later they'll be fine, I think, but - right now I feel very oversensitive to any kind of flavor."
"They're fine, that just - caught me by surprise. Later they'll be fine, I think, but - right now I feel very oversensitive to any kind of flavor."
imeanforever
"Right - that makes sense. How about you finish this," she gestures at the bowl, "with however many berries in between bites you need, and then I'll give you another candied dewdrop and go foraging now I'm feeding three mouths instead of one?"
castmyown
Ted nods. "That's - that would be nice. Thank you, sorry for the trouble?"
imeanforever
Promise shrugs. "Watching you starve wasn't my idea of a good time."
She feeds him the rest of the glop, plus a berry whenever he likes, and then gives him another dewdrop - this one he may bite if he likes, which results in it ceasing abruptly to be solid and discharging its entire payload of intense refreshing water taste all in one go - and then goes out, but not before saying:
"I really really don't recommend leaving. It could have been worse than quicksand."
She feeds him the rest of the glop, plus a berry whenever he likes, and then gives him another dewdrop - this one he may bite if he likes, which results in it ceasing abruptly to be solid and discharging its entire payload of intense refreshing water taste all in one go - and then goes out, but not before saying:
"I really really don't recommend leaving. It could have been worse than quicksand."
imeanforever
"I can order you to stay put if you need me to, but I'd rather not, because I might not think of all the contingencies that could have you needing to be out of the tree."
morethanimaginary
"I won't," sighs Fred. "I won't."
Back to going stir-crazy. Hurray.
Back to going stir-crazy. Hurray.