by eldritch hound » Sat Dec 03, 2022 3:07 pm
↬ catvent day: three
↬ username & id: angel bugs + 810901
↬ clan archive: mothlcan + pleasance
↬ word count: 295
↬ prompt:
deer didn't mean to look, it just sort of... happened. she was just having too much fun and got a
little rough with it.
when she had taken a particularly hard trip and tumble of a loose rock in the ground and was se
nt tumbling over the soil like a stone skipping over a lakes crystalline surface and had accidenta
lly knocked over a peculiar, and comically sized, knitted sock that was precariously sitting on a f
elled tree stump. the contents unsurprisingly were sent tumbling out of the protection of their c
olourfully crafted walls and over the grassy floor of the camp.
and curiosity just had to take control of the poor doyen and she had to take a peek at what was I
nside this mysterious little stocking. the contents of this box was made up of a brown medical po
uch, a red and white octangular medallion and a small bundle of brightly colours herbs that were,
by now, were supposed to have all but stopped growing by three seasons ago.
deer couldn't help but feel very confused about the whole ordeal, especially when she looked arou
nd and found no one in sight, or was indeed awake at the late hour, that could explain to them jus
t why there was this small foot shaped sack full of things.
she pushed all the items back in to the sack as gingerly as she could. no one must know of her surp
rise incursion at the expense of the multicoloured stocking.
unbeknownst to her though, just off to the right and cloaked in the shadows of the shrine, sat heml
ockstorm, just out of sight, with a gleaming smile splitting her face as her apprentice opened their h
oliday gift.
(edited because I forgot to change the day to say three rather than two ^^ )
Last edited by
eldritch hound on Sun Dec 04, 2022 8:11 am, edited 1 time in total.