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[Oct. 25] [Original] Snakes in the Grass
Title: Snakes in the Grass
Day/Theme: Oct. 25, 2009 "Fields of new grasses"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, Simcha, Saselia
Rating: PG
Simcha didn't like backtracking, so he led them along another path, twisting and turning through the trees away from the village of dyers until they eventually came out of the glad into a wild field parallel to the Merica Road. "Okay, watch out for thistles!" he instructed, wading into the thick grass. "And burrs!"
"We're, um, cutting across?" Bashir eyed the wild terrain uncertainly. It didn't look especially hospitable to Fado's bare legs and sandals or Saselia's thin white stockings, but that didn't seem to make them hesitate any. ...He supposed his boots would protect him from the worst the sharp-edged weeds could throw at him.
"It doesn't ever meet up with the other road," Saselia explained, moving ahead with ease in the slight wake left by her uncle through the parted grass. "We were going to try that once a long time ago, but before we knew it, we'd walked all day and ended up in Regolis on the Kev River!"
"Isn't that a tributary of the Ky?"
"Yep, so we don't plan on doing that again."
Bashir gingerly trailed Fado through the grass. The River Ky was massive, running down from the mountains to form a portion of the Silesia-Catalonia border and continue through Catalonia into the Ghirans. The Kev was fairly large in its own right, or so he had heard.
A chirping sound turned his eyes to the ground. A cricket hopped from a dry golden leaf to a green blade. Were there snakes sunning themselves out here? They gave Bashir the creeps with their dead eyes, but no matter how he looked he didn't see any. Still, he kept his grip firm on his staff, ready to stave off any sudden attack. He had seen a snake bite his uncle before, lunging out of a hole in a game field to sink its fangs, white as bleached bones, into his ankle. The image had never left him. Fortunately it had not been poisonous.
His hyper-vigilance cost him some speed. Simcha and Saselia were already back on the main thoroughfare by the time he was halfway across the field. Fado waited indulgently in the dip just between the grass and the road. "What are you looking for, friend?" the poet called pleasantly.
"S-snakes," Bashir admitted, suddenly feeling rather foolish for doing so. "But, uh, I don't see any. Or any burrows, so I- I'm done looking." Bundling up all of his courage into the fuel for a single brave action, he took several big strides and ignored the ground to catch up with the others.
Day/Theme: Oct. 25, 2009 "Fields of new grasses"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, Simcha, Saselia
Rating: PG
Simcha didn't like backtracking, so he led them along another path, twisting and turning through the trees away from the village of dyers until they eventually came out of the glad into a wild field parallel to the Merica Road. "Okay, watch out for thistles!" he instructed, wading into the thick grass. "And burrs!"
"We're, um, cutting across?" Bashir eyed the wild terrain uncertainly. It didn't look especially hospitable to Fado's bare legs and sandals or Saselia's thin white stockings, but that didn't seem to make them hesitate any. ...He supposed his boots would protect him from the worst the sharp-edged weeds could throw at him.
"It doesn't ever meet up with the other road," Saselia explained, moving ahead with ease in the slight wake left by her uncle through the parted grass. "We were going to try that once a long time ago, but before we knew it, we'd walked all day and ended up in Regolis on the Kev River!"
"Isn't that a tributary of the Ky?"
"Yep, so we don't plan on doing that again."
Bashir gingerly trailed Fado through the grass. The River Ky was massive, running down from the mountains to form a portion of the Silesia-Catalonia border and continue through Catalonia into the Ghirans. The Kev was fairly large in its own right, or so he had heard.
A chirping sound turned his eyes to the ground. A cricket hopped from a dry golden leaf to a green blade. Were there snakes sunning themselves out here? They gave Bashir the creeps with their dead eyes, but no matter how he looked he didn't see any. Still, he kept his grip firm on his staff, ready to stave off any sudden attack. He had seen a snake bite his uncle before, lunging out of a hole in a game field to sink its fangs, white as bleached bones, into his ankle. The image had never left him. Fortunately it had not been poisonous.
His hyper-vigilance cost him some speed. Simcha and Saselia were already back on the main thoroughfare by the time he was halfway across the field. Fado waited indulgently in the dip just between the grass and the road. "What are you looking for, friend?" the poet called pleasantly.
"S-snakes," Bashir admitted, suddenly feeling rather foolish for doing so. "But, uh, I don't see any. Or any burrows, so I- I'm done looking." Bundling up all of his courage into the fuel for a single brave action, he took several big strides and ignored the ground to catch up with the others.