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xxxxxdesiree & elle
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xxxxxdesiree gasped as the weasel snagged the ring off briceus' finger. elle barely noticed, but once the frazzled innkeeper began babbling about how his ring was lucky, her ears perked up.
xxxxxknowing how hard it was for him to work up the courage to talk to the attractive stranger, desiree felt awful for the innkeep. "d-don't worry, mr. briceus! we'll have that ring back in a jiffy! after all, you've come so far... just stay put! we've got this," said desiree. elle immediately grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a corner.
xxxxx"hey," elle hissed, "i appreciate you trying to do a good deed, but how do you expect to pull this off?" she glanced around the inn. "i have no idea where that thing went, and i'm not sure how we would go about trapping it. unless you have some genius idea, you've backed us into a corner."
xxxxx"well, it likes shiny things, right?" asked desiree.
xxxxxelle noticed the purple kalon looking at her gigantic backpack. on their "quest", elle had packed nearly half the contents of her little shop from back home. the short-legged kalon sold jewelry and other shiny trinkets, as well as more... questionable things. perhaps her operations weren't morally correct, but they definitely added a bit of spice to life. however, elle didn't want to waste her precious goods on some weasel. "no, no, there is no way i'm putting some of my wares out for that little demon to grab!"
xxxxx"aw, elle, it's not a little demon! weasels are cute!" desiree exclaimed. of course, thought elle. she loves "cute" things. "well... if you won't help me try to get the ring for briceus, then i guess we're not a team. i could leave you here, you know, and you'd have no defenses. plus, we still haven't split the reward from the man from the armory, and i could take all of it --"
xxxxxelle immediately cut her off. "okay, okay, i'll help!" she grumbled to herself. "geez louise... she's too much." she sighed, and began unzipping her bag. "what kind of stuff were you thinking? jewelry?" she reached into the oversized backpack. "here's a nice necklace. it's got one of those fake rubies on it -- it's gaudy and tasteless, which makes it perfect." desiree opened her mouth to respond, but elle cut her off and slapped the necklace into the other kalon's hand. "go do your thing. i'll be cheering you on from over here." after a pause, she quietly added, "...that satanic little thing gives me the heebie jeebies."
xxxxxdesiree gave elle a nod. she went towards a quieter space of the inn, placed the cheesy-looking necklace on the ground, took her wand out of her pocket, and waited. she sat on the floor, cross-legged, her gaze completely fixated on the jewelry. "it should be any moment now," she mumbled to herself, trying to be reassuring. she wanted this so badly -- perhaps even more than briceus himself. all was quiet, and --
xxxxxFWOOSH!
xxxxxquickly, the weasel skittered across the floor towards the necklace. with a flash of light from desiree's wand, the weasel immediately dropped to the ground, its legs folding under itself. the ring fell out of its mouth, and tumbled onto the floor.
xxxxxworriedly, elle rushed over. "what did you do to it?!"
xxxxxdesiree giggled at the other girl's concern. "relax! i just put him to sleep. he's fine; i promise. besides... i thought you called it a 'satanic freak' or something like that." she picked up the necklace and the ring, handing them both to elle. "now, go give this back to mr. briceus. after all, he needs it a lot more than we do."
xxxxxas elle sauntered off, ring in hand, desiree turned back to the weasel. he was definitely knocked out. dez felt bad -- she hoped that it wasn't hurt. carefully, she put her hand underneath the weasel and lifted him up. "aww... he's so cute when he's asleep..." she sighed. "i wish i could keep you, y'know. you're so adorable."
xxxxxthe tiny mustelid yawned and opened its eyes. desiree started to worry. she didn't want to get bitten, or for the weasel to run back and steal the lucky ring again. "th-there, there, little guy," she cooed, panic filling her voice. "please, please don't jump..." she gently stroked him along the length of his back. he was adorable yet petrifying at the same time.
xxxxxinstead of fussing, the weasel curled himself into a little ball in the palm of desiree's hand. clearly, he was used to being around humans. perhaps he belonged to someone...? well, for now, desiree would just have to keep him safe. "i think i'll call you bailey," she said, a smile on her face. within the chaos, desiree found a new member of the team -- and, finally, someone who might listen to her.
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