Belated FotD
Flavor of the Day - 2/3/09 - Defalcate
Story : misadventures
Rating : G
Timeframe : Pre-Story
Word Count : 277
Word of the Day : defalcate to steal or misuse money or property entrusted to one's care
I wrote this last night, but when I went to post, lj was down and said it wouldn't be back for hours, so, first thing in the morning, here it is. More of the collaboration.
The wyrm gave a loud and overpoweringly cabbage scented snort, far too close to Rory’s unprotected nostrils for comfort. With a grimmace, he stuffed the reigns into Lars’s palm and reached for the ladder. A few wobbly steps and he was on its scaly back.
Kneeling on the bench, he poked his head into the litter and let out a low whistle. “You see this thing?“ He pulled his head back through the velvet curtain to look down at Lars. The big man raised a fat, orange brow. “Padded, floor to top, in velvet. What I couldn’t do with- You know what this means, my friend?”
Not waiting for the answer he knew would not be forthcoming, Rory plopped himself down on the driver’s bench, feet dangling over the creature’s broad, green scaled ribs. “Joy ride,” he said, with a grin.
That brought the disapproving look he’d known it would. “Yes, yes. I know, we’re just supposed to park them. But this is the last one, and they won’t be likely to miss it for hours.” He peered back at the litter with a sigh. “It’s just begging…”
Lars looked his massive self over once then eyed the flimsy ladder hung down the wyrm’s side. “Right,” said Rory, “suppose I’m on my own in this one.” Lars snorted.
“Come now, hand ‘em over.” He dipped a hand to his friend. Lars shook his head, but passed the reins on anyway.
Rory shot him a grin as he prodded the creature out of its space. “Tell you all about it when I get back,” he said. Lars glowered back at him, thick arms folded across his chest. “Promise.”
Story : misadventures
Rating : G
Timeframe : Pre-Story
Word Count : 277
Word of the Day : defalcate to steal or misuse money or property entrusted to one's care
I wrote this last night, but when I went to post, lj was down and said it wouldn't be back for hours, so, first thing in the morning, here it is. More of the collaboration.
The wyrm gave a loud and overpoweringly cabbage scented snort, far too close to Rory’s unprotected nostrils for comfort. With a grimmace, he stuffed the reigns into Lars’s palm and reached for the ladder. A few wobbly steps and he was on its scaly back.
Kneeling on the bench, he poked his head into the litter and let out a low whistle. “You see this thing?“ He pulled his head back through the velvet curtain to look down at Lars. The big man raised a fat, orange brow. “Padded, floor to top, in velvet. What I couldn’t do with- You know what this means, my friend?”
Not waiting for the answer he knew would not be forthcoming, Rory plopped himself down on the driver’s bench, feet dangling over the creature’s broad, green scaled ribs. “Joy ride,” he said, with a grin.
That brought the disapproving look he’d known it would. “Yes, yes. I know, we’re just supposed to park them. But this is the last one, and they won’t be likely to miss it for hours.” He peered back at the litter with a sigh. “It’s just begging…”
Lars looked his massive self over once then eyed the flimsy ladder hung down the wyrm’s side. “Right,” said Rory, “suppose I’m on my own in this one.” Lars snorted.
“Come now, hand ‘em over.” He dipped a hand to his friend. Lars shook his head, but passed the reins on anyway.
Rory shot him a grin as he prodded the creature out of its space. “Tell you all about it when I get back,” he said. Lars glowered back at him, thick arms folded across his chest. “Promise.”