Trixie has returned from her latest trading run and has decided to take the day (mostly) off. She's fetched the water and done her laundry, meaning it's now time to sit back, relax and do some carving.
Zane's just bored and he hasn't seen her in a while, so he comes wandering. Being bored, he decides to try to sneak in. He's getting better at forest-quiet, and tries to hug the outcropping as much as he can. If he can get behiiiind the tree, insiiide the bushes, and up onto the wagon...he's awesome. Hm. Maybe he should jump over the fenceposts. 'Cause they clearly have ooky powers. Which jumping would clearly...do nothing...oh fuck it.
There is a very silly white-haired man hopping over the southern fence in what he hopes is a very sneaky way.
It's very sneaky. No, really. Honest. One day, if Zane is very lucky, Trixie might even tell him that she knows her land down to the last pebble and pine tree. It would take a lot more than a wily leopard to get the drop on her.
Zane doesn't particularly believe he's getting away with this at all...but it's much more fun to pretend you are sneaking cookies from the cookie jar even if mom probably knows about it than it is to just have them handed to you.
A soft hop and he grabs the ledge of the wagon, hangs still for a moment, and then pulls himself up. Ha HA! Dammit, he'd forgotten to grab some pinecones or something to toss. Oooo, it was really warm up here. And sunny. And smooth to lay down on and there were birds and the river...
Trixie puts down the carving and picks up a few pinecones. What? Didn't you know it's essential, absolutely essential to throw pinecones onto the roof of a wagon? Keeps the rain out.
*A predator emerges from the treeline, uncloaked, holding a small bone bead in one hand.*
Trixie? I was wondering if you could help. I have a. . . stupid supernatural magic science problem.
*She looks and sounds much less a moody teen now, what with the alien bulk and voice and the mask. But now that she knows what she's looking for, Trixie can probably tell.*
"Sure, darlin'. You just sit a little, have some tea and we can chatter."
It's rather telling that the sudden appearance of a Predator doesn't phase her in the slightest - Trixie is an old pro with 'weird shit' and 'Nexus LOL'.
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There is a very silly white-haired man hopping over the southern fence in what he hopes is a very sneaky way.
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...still, let the boy have his fun.
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A soft hop and he grabs the ledge of the wagon, hangs still for a moment, and then pulls himself up. Ha HA! Dammit, he'd forgotten to grab some pinecones or something to toss. Oooo, it was really warm up here. And sunny. And smooth to lay down on and there were birds and the river...
The wagon is purring.
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*toss!*
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Trixie? I was wondering if you could help. I have a. . . stupid supernatural magic science problem.
*She looks and sounds much less a moody teen now, what with the alien bulk and voice and the mask. But now that she knows what she's looking for, Trixie can probably tell.*
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It's rather telling that the sudden appearance of a Predator doesn't phase her in the slightest - Trixie is an old pro with 'weird shit' and 'Nexus LOL'.
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I'd need to take my mask off.
*Her tone might indicate she doesn't have much of a problem with it, but she's not too keen on disturbing her hostess.*
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Meanwhile, Trixie rummages about for her hoodooing kit - roots, stones, bones, a few candles - yep, it's all here.
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