Post by taylor on Mar 27, 2013 0:07:24 GMT -5
The Sands were full of rocks. Well, not quite full, but there were quite a few scattered around, and the small figure in the white robe was working on spreading more.
Rineska stooped down to plop another roundish stone on the ground, carefully brushing the hot sand around it as if tucking it in. Then, she returned to the little wagon she'd loaded up with all of the rocks she could find which were both A: at least larger than her fist and B: more round than not. She considered her trove for a few thoughtful moments, then plucked the biggest out. It was the size of both her fists held together. "This one's a queen." She informed Bubbly, who was perched on the edge of the wagon, sitting as comfortably as was possible. She gave a solemn nod. "I'll put her in the middle."
The candidate robe she'd stolen from her mother's closet was, shockingly, too long for her. Over two feet of fabric lay bunched up on the ground around the five turn old's feet, making quite the tripping hazard. As she turned to place the "queen egg" where it belonged, her foot caught in the robe and she fell forward. Her desire not to drop "the queen" kept her from throwing out her hands and reacting quickly enough. Thus, she landed face first in the Sands, mouth colliding with one of the eggs she'd already placed.
She gave a yelp, too startled to quite process the pain. Rolling off the egg so she was sitting cross-legged with "the queen egg" in her lap, she touched a hand to her lower lip, which stung something awful. Her fingertips came away with blood, and she stared at the red smear for a few stunned seconds. Suddenly Bubbly was landing in her lap, crooning soft comfort as he coiled his tail around her and nuzzled up to her chest. This comfort, rather than...well...comforting her, made her realize that this was, indeed, bad. With confirmation that the pain and blood were bad things she was allowed to cry about, Rineska suddenly burst into tears, her sobs echoing in the hatching chamber.
Rineska stooped down to plop another roundish stone on the ground, carefully brushing the hot sand around it as if tucking it in. Then, she returned to the little wagon she'd loaded up with all of the rocks she could find which were both A: at least larger than her fist and B: more round than not. She considered her trove for a few thoughtful moments, then plucked the biggest out. It was the size of both her fists held together. "This one's a queen." She informed Bubbly, who was perched on the edge of the wagon, sitting as comfortably as was possible. She gave a solemn nod. "I'll put her in the middle."
The candidate robe she'd stolen from her mother's closet was, shockingly, too long for her. Over two feet of fabric lay bunched up on the ground around the five turn old's feet, making quite the tripping hazard. As she turned to place the "queen egg" where it belonged, her foot caught in the robe and she fell forward. Her desire not to drop "the queen" kept her from throwing out her hands and reacting quickly enough. Thus, she landed face first in the Sands, mouth colliding with one of the eggs she'd already placed.
She gave a yelp, too startled to quite process the pain. Rolling off the egg so she was sitting cross-legged with "the queen egg" in her lap, she touched a hand to her lower lip, which stung something awful. Her fingertips came away with blood, and she stared at the red smear for a few stunned seconds. Suddenly Bubbly was landing in her lap, crooning soft comfort as he coiled his tail around her and nuzzled up to her chest. This comfort, rather than...well...comforting her, made her realize that this was, indeed, bad. With confirmation that the pain and blood were bad things she was allowed to cry about, Rineska suddenly burst into tears, her sobs echoing in the hatching chamber.
