12-23-2018, 05:39 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]They’d been walking for ages.
Well, maybe “they’d been walking” wasn’t the best way of putting it given that her companion was flying, but it got the point across. She was tired, and she couldn’t imagine the parrot that had been assigned to guide her was doing any better. Why her father had thought a far-off band of pirates was the best place for her, she would probably never figure out.
He’d said he’d come get her “when it’s safe back home,” whatever that was supposed to mean. She got the feeling he was in danger, but then why was she the one that had to leave? What would anyone have to gain by hurting her?
Still. Things would probably get better soon, and then she could go back home. If he thought it was best that she stay with these people, then she had no reason to believe they were dangerous.
As they arrived at the end of the railroad tracks, the parrot flew down and perched atop the wall. Looking back at her, they nodded, as if to confirm that yes, this was the place.
”Thanks. Have a safe trip home,” Picturepup said to them, taking a seat and tugging loosely at her red bandana. Apparently satisfied that they had done their job, they took off and soared into the distance, her eyes following them as they went.
Lowering her gaze to the clouds on the horizon, she let thoughts of the oncoming storm occupy her mind. Rain, snow, or sleet, maybe the precipitation would clear her head. Staying outside during bad weather was the archetypal bad idea that parents and family members always complained about, but when had that ever stopped her? The pirates probably wouldn't care either way.
Well, maybe “they’d been walking” wasn’t the best way of putting it given that her companion was flying, but it got the point across. She was tired, and she couldn’t imagine the parrot that had been assigned to guide her was doing any better. Why her father had thought a far-off band of pirates was the best place for her, she would probably never figure out.
He’d said he’d come get her “when it’s safe back home,” whatever that was supposed to mean. She got the feeling he was in danger, but then why was she the one that had to leave? What would anyone have to gain by hurting her?
Still. Things would probably get better soon, and then she could go back home. If he thought it was best that she stay with these people, then she had no reason to believe they were dangerous.
As they arrived at the end of the railroad tracks, the parrot flew down and perched atop the wall. Looking back at her, they nodded, as if to confirm that yes, this was the place.
”Thanks. Have a safe trip home,” Picturepup said to them, taking a seat and tugging loosely at her red bandana. Apparently satisfied that they had done their job, they took off and soared into the distance, her eyes following them as they went.
Lowering her gaze to the clouds on the horizon, she let thoughts of the oncoming storm occupy her mind. Rain, snow, or sleet, maybe the precipitation would clear her head. Staying outside during bad weather was the archetypal bad idea that parents and family members always complained about, but when had that ever stopped her? The pirates probably wouldn't care either way.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo