[size=9pt]/ a continuation of this thread. if u want some sweet sweet context read the last 3rd last para
Edgar kisses Mabel on the forehead before they leave. Moon is off to the side but he see's and it's such a sweet old person thing he almost gags. He and Mabel take off together towards camp, though not so much in the fashion Edgar and Moon had walked. She's feral and jumpy and terrified of the ultra large cat that her mole husband sent her off with, but Moon doesn't really blame her. The whole way back she's hardly anywhere to be seen; a slightly delayed blur running on 3 good feet from bush to bush, constantly out of his line of sight. It's as sad as it is funny; the rabbit's clearly mad, but Moon will admit it feels good to have his predator status acknowledged. Usually whatever he tries to catch just scoffs at him.
They arrive at camp and Moon lays out some poppy seeds on the ground in front of him and steps back. He's as quiet as a half lame lion can be, and he's chosen a less busy corner to settle her in. Soon, the seeds will begin to set in, though, and she'll be much calmer for the actual display. Meanwhile, he sits, and so does she, and they stare at each other. Moon's analyzing her injury-- a sprain or a break?-- but Mabel is watching him like he's the last person on Earth she'd trust. He'd thought they'd at least have some sort of comradery, limping animals with damaged limbs solidarity, but she doesn't seem to be on board with the idea, so he'll respect that.
It's five minutes later and the rabbit is clearly dozey, eyes half lidded as she slips into a lying position on the ground. Moon tries to be as least demeaning as possible as he takes a knitted scarf-- given to him by Edgar himself-- and drapes it over her head. He's hoping the dark will keep her calm.
Now, all he has to do is announce it. "So, uh, this is the second part of the Cleric tryout tasks. If anyone's freak enough to want to watch me fix a rabbit's messed up leg, I'll be over here." His voice is more hushed than usual, and he hopes everyone takes the hint. If not; "Just, indoor voice, please. And kids-- keep your paws to yourselves, the bunny bites."
Edgar kisses Mabel on the forehead before they leave. Moon is off to the side but he see's and it's such a sweet old person thing he almost gags. He and Mabel take off together towards camp, though not so much in the fashion Edgar and Moon had walked. She's feral and jumpy and terrified of the ultra large cat that her mole husband sent her off with, but Moon doesn't really blame her. The whole way back she's hardly anywhere to be seen; a slightly delayed blur running on 3 good feet from bush to bush, constantly out of his line of sight. It's as sad as it is funny; the rabbit's clearly mad, but Moon will admit it feels good to have his predator status acknowledged. Usually whatever he tries to catch just scoffs at him.
They arrive at camp and Moon lays out some poppy seeds on the ground in front of him and steps back. He's as quiet as a half lame lion can be, and he's chosen a less busy corner to settle her in. Soon, the seeds will begin to set in, though, and she'll be much calmer for the actual display. Meanwhile, he sits, and so does she, and they stare at each other. Moon's analyzing her injury-- a sprain or a break?-- but Mabel is watching him like he's the last person on Earth she'd trust. He'd thought they'd at least have some sort of comradery, limping animals with damaged limbs solidarity, but she doesn't seem to be on board with the idea, so he'll respect that.
It's five minutes later and the rabbit is clearly dozey, eyes half lidded as she slips into a lying position on the ground. Moon tries to be as least demeaning as possible as he takes a knitted scarf-- given to him by Edgar himself-- and drapes it over her head. He's hoping the dark will keep her calm.
Now, all he has to do is announce it. "So, uh, this is the second part of the Cleric tryout tasks. If anyone's freak enough to want to watch me fix a rabbit's messed up leg, I'll be over here." His voice is more hushed than usual, and he hopes everyone takes the hint. If not; "Just, indoor voice, please. And kids-- keep your paws to yourselves, the bunny bites."
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