Saturday, February 9, 2013

Tiny Story Time: A dragon on the doorstep...


“Pussycat, what are you up to?” the priestess inquired. Usually the snooty soot-black cat kept her own council. The cat never complained, unless the hearth cooled or the back-door latch kept the night locked away, so the girl made sure to keep her content, for the cat had the most disagreeable howl. But the cat did not answer her question, nor did she howl, so the girl ignored her.

Since the cat wasn't talking, the girl returned to the sewing and mending hours, but the cat did not acquiesce. She persisted to be notorious. The girl saw her like a small shadow in the corner of her eye.

Then the pussycat sauntered under the kitchen table.

The girl did not look up from her sewing until the kettle whistled, and her foot crunched a cache of bones. The cat dashed under the larder, looking left, and right, as if to fool the mistress into thinking she was there the whole time. The girl picked up a small bone: it was freezing to the touch, and burned with cold. 

The cat positioned herself just under skirts and the spoon to the honey jar, not subtle in her bid for attention and anonymity. A quick performance of an infinite figure eight through the girl's queer legs should suffice. The girl, to thaw her freezer-burned fingers, wrapped them around the warm tea cup. The pain become unfocused, as she saw a small pestilent mist roll from under the larder. Investigating, (and spilling tea) there were two diamond frozen hollow eyes, and she heard a small squelp. The cat, tail up, went behind the back leg of the larder and dragged the small, nearly dead dragon out, and lay it at the queer legs of the girl: a gift. 

With a sweep of her tail, pussycat nonchalantly moved the pile of bones closer. This big stupid girl needed to be hit over the horns with mace and mallet before she would get the clue. She bent down and puzzled over one other odd component: some horse hair, silver and golden at once. 

The source of these gifts... well, the girl knew better than to question.



Editor's Note: Tome helped me track down that Scourged Whelping today. Finally, right place right time. And well, more things than rare undead dragons showed up today. Happy to have friends back, and whelpings rescued from potential harm!

7 comments:

  1. Grats again! You know, I was on my way on my Draenei priest (just passing Dal) when you said you got it. Great job you 2 :)

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    1. That was fun - feel like we used something Blizzard offered to us to its rightful advantage for a change!

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  2. What I love best, a Mrs. Whitworth story! Yay to friends back! Is it a Dwarf or a Mage or a Orc or ...

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    1. Well, Mrs. W is the original, as is a certain warlock named Sally...thanks again Tome, with all my heart!

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  3. Oh what a perfect story for that event! I came over to congratulate you and found this lovely post! :)

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    1. Had to clean up a few typos this morning - where is that murloc editor? Lazy little lump that he is...thanks Navi - see how your geneorisity creates concentic happy circles?

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    2. Typo #3356: generosity

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