Dangerously Cute

[Junomoule]

Closed to all but Reiko Valour for now!

Scara Brae... Well, it had it's own sort of variety, though it was a sort of predictable variety. None the less, Omusa was charmed enough by it. Charmed, yes, but growing tired of the flatlands she'd been observing for the last far too long. It could have been an hour, or it could have been two. At this point, it made little difference. She'd already started noticing the different shades of wooden fences, trying to determine what kind of timber they might have been. However, having an elementary knowledge of plants at best, this endeavor was soon shot down.

The flatlands rolled, and the farmlands were almost too numerous. Where the neighbors were from farmhouse to farmhouse seemed inconceivable to her, forgetting if the last barn she saw was red or yellow. It was this lazy, halfhearted interest combined with the sharp turn of her eyes and her sudden stops and double-takes that kept this walk from being too boring. After all, the girl had a goal to reach. Cows may have lowed and horses whinnied as she passed, but she kept walking. She even had to bypass the more exotic creatures with a certain steadfast determination.

She wasn't looking for a cow, a horse, or any of the mysterious critters that seemed to be in between. No, what she sought was well represented by the now crinkled piece of paper in her small palm. The headlines replayed in her memory's eye like a soundless, black and white film.


Lost Kitten
"Muffy"
white with extra cute
pink ribbon
please return to
Maman Yitza
REWARD!!!

There was a small picture of the almost obnoxiously cute kitten with the over sized pink bow that Omusa had to hide from herself, if only to prevent from girlishly squealing about how cute it was and chasing away the little dear that much farther. So, she plodded on. Step by step over the lightly muddied ground, the bottom of her spoon-like staff falling naturally into the grooves of the well-traveled earth of the central farmlands. Thnk. Thnk. Thnk. Cree.

Cree? One of those sounds, Omusa knew, was not like the others. Pausing, she looked up from the ground she'd been so focused on a moment ago. Looking up, she pulled the brim of her hat over her sensitive blue eyes just a small amount more, squinting past the smoldering figure of the golden sun which sought to paint a red-stained sunset over the otherwise innocent skies and it's cotton-candy clouds.

Shff. Shff. Something else, along with a sound not unlike the sound of a baying cow. The girl's dangling rabbit ears twitched slightly, lifting off from the place over her back as she stood just a little bit straighter, facing the sun and the nearest fence where she almost certainly saw the sillouhette of someone on the relatively near horizon. In spite of herself, or perhaps because of it, Omusa again chose to move forward, moving a little more slowly, cautiously.

This was the beginning of her adventure.

[Reiko Valour]

Shff. Shff. Shff.

The sounds of scuffing heels upon dirt-path, one of the many little snippets of body language that display a mind in thought, precisely why such little movements came to be were one of those little mysteries of what goes on inside the puffy grey matter inside humanoid skulls. Humanoid had to be the term of course since the heel-scuffing wanderer was pretty obviously not among the pink fleshy types with regular proportions, had shoulders though, they were a bit slumped, arms, two of them, yup... oh the hands were stuffed in pockets. Everything else seemed in the right place too, well except for the large swinging tail and the fact that it was on fire at the end. Suprisingly that raging flame matched in pretty well with the gorgeous blurred arcs of oranges, reds and yellows sweeping over the falling sun.

Slowly the scuffing of heels ceased and instead there was the light clackering of correctly placed steps, his oversized feet had a trio of large claws upon them and they always did make a clear sound for him... had a hell of a time sneaking about... well would do if he didn't prefer the more reckless options, much more fun. A Fizlin' Draconis so far away from home was burdened with one hell of a task and due to his advance halting he had seemingly come across it... aftermath anyway.

"...Tch bloody hell."

Rather quickly his left hand removed itself from his pocket and excellently cared for claws scratched and shuffled at the mane of blonde upon the Draconis. Like the girl he had yet to meet and quite a few others he'd sniffed around the nearest village and found a little odd-job he thought would be entertaining, it certainly piqued his curiousity to snatch it up. Reikos little job notice didn't include a cute picture, wasn't even pleasantly scrawled... it took a degree of care to take it from his other pocket and unfurl the crinkled sheet of paper.

Another of those body language things, or mannerisms when the mind was caught up on finding solutions, he'd read the thing several times... typically when he reached this point and reached a peak of mild frustration. Didn't even bother looking at the messy doodles posing as letters.

Me corn-fields getting trampled by Scaly things. Anything wanted to get rid of them. Reward waiting.

Had filled a bit of time yesterday by fixing the spelling and adding punctuation on his own, had to do something while watching the problems trample over the same segment of field they had done yesterday... and the day before. He'd been at this for most of the week and was suprised the Farmer hadn't just given up on it, they didn't harm anything else... well except for a bit of his boundry fence but that was probably accidental.

"Hey there leafy-boy."

Well he assumed it was a boy, he wasn't in the habit of sexing Drakes, he'd not hit that wall of desperation and hoped it wouldn't come up. Handful of the Problem were simply grazing just outside the trampled corner of the corn-field, most of the herd were already crossing the great grass expanse back to their normal den of the forests. Few little side-steps and the Draconis got to let his weight be taken by part of the fence that was still standing, tail flicking over to overhang on the edge and watch the Leaf-Drakes. Wondrous creatures to behold, small wingless dragons really and while they had four limbs only the hind two were used for their movement.

"C'mon Valour think, how to shift that lot... "