Archive for September, 2010

Just a little drabble relating to the current Netherbane plot!  My apologies for the shortness;  I wrote this quickly.  :3

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“Mom, I need to borrow that journal.  We need it to help Tharion.”

 “What for?”

 “Tharion,” Shizukera repeated, her tone uncharacteristically impatient.  “He has a very bad demon problem.”

 Serreina frowned.  “Explain.”

 “Xonath has him.”

 The pestle slipped from the death knight’s fingers.  She took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the table at which she was seated, forcing herself to control the thoughts and emotions swirling through her mind.  When she looked up again, Shizukera was staring down at her, practically vibrating with nerves.  Even Sharmila, her feline companion, paced nervously around the room.

 “I know how much you respect him and I know you’re upset,” she said, “but you hid the book and I can’t find it and we need it very much bad and I’m going to just have to drag you along if – “

 Serreina cut Shizukera off with a wave of her hand;  then she reached deep into a hidden pocket in her knapsack, withdrawing a leather- and frostweave-wrapped package.  She hesitated, then handed the journal to Shizukera.  The demon hunter placed the journal carefully inside her backpack.

 “He placed a great deal of trust in me by allowing me to use this.  The least I can do is … “  She paused, then shook her head.  “I will be nearby, just in case.  Please be careful.”

 “I will.  And we’ll get him away from the creepy demons.  I promise.”

 Shizukera gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek;  then she leaped onto Sharmila’s back.  As cat and rider bounded away, Serreina turned to gather her own gear, offering a quick prayer to whatever divine entity might be listening.

 “Please, keep them all safe.”

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Here’s the little drabble I wrote around the dialogue I posted in my last entry.  Enjoy!

“Shizukera.  What are you doing?”

The demon hunter looked up, her expression eager and her felsight glowing brightly behind her blindfold.  “I’m gardening!”

Serreina blinked.  She blinked again.  “Gardening?”

“Yeah!”  Nodding enthusiastically, Shizukera raised her thumbs in a cheerful, triumphant gesture.  “I know it’s weird to think of someone full of fel magic as being able to grow stuff, but I’ve been told I have quite the green thumb.”

Serreina blinked again, then gave her head a quick shake as her daughter’s words drifted serenely over her head.  “A … green thumb?”

“It’s a human expression.  It means you’re good at growing things, and look!  I am!”  Shizukera gestured expansively.  “See my great big garden?”

Serreina looked around.  The garden was indeed large, and it was filled with newly sprouted seedlings.  Some of them she recognized, while others were completely alien.  The effect was surprisingly pleasant.

“It looks and smells very nice,” she said.

“Thanks, but you can’t eat it yet.  Nothing is ripe, except the flowers.”  Shizukera looked up at her mother again, her ears twitching.  “You want to try growing something?  You might have a green thumb too!”

Serreina managed not to laugh, although she felt the corners of her mouth twitch.  She wondered, as she attempted to keep a straight face, just how detailed her daughter’s felsight was.

“I am a death knight, Shizukera,” she pointed out.  “Things die when I touch them.  I do not have a ‘green thumb’;  I have a black thumb of death and desiccation.”

“Oh.  I guess that’s true.”  Shizukera’s ears drooped slightly, then perked again.  “Want some flowers, though?  They taste really good.  I know because I tried some earlier.”

“No, thank you.  They’re not for eating, you know.”

“Okay, suit yourself.  More for me!”

And with that, Shizukera purred, popped a flower into her mouth, and happily returned to her garden.

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