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P: Saga | Thread Prompt

POSTED: Sat Jan 05, 2019 2:11 am

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January Thread Prompt wrote:Now that winter's long established itself, the snow has had ample time to pile up in high hills and banks. It's sticky and dense enough now to build something - maybe a snow-Luperci, or a snow den?

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"Honestly, Genevieve, what are you doing now?" Rupert's voice cut through the chilly air and Ginny rolled her eyes out of sight. She also softly imitated his voice at a slightly annoying pitch while repeating what he said, completely aware that Rupert's ears were in perfect working condition.

"You know I can hear you," Rupert confirmed for her. She chose not to respond to that while she dug more snow out in front of her. Her butt was still sticking out of the cave, which may or may not have been on purpose. Okay, it was. But Ginny would never admit it. It was also still necessary as she sent snow flying out between her hind legs. She did not often use her four-legged form, having grown up in Sapient, but right now it was the most useful. The best digging position would be just plain uncomfortable in Optime, bent over strangely.

"As you are perfectly aware, Rupert," she imitated his lofty tone, "I am digging a snow cave." They had already chosen a house to live in, so this snow cave was just for fun. And, if Ginny was being honest like Rupert apparently wanted her to be, she was doing it to irritate him. It was just so much fun to make him flustered and annoyed!

"I can see that. What I want to know is why?" He sighed and Ginny could perfectly imagine the way his arms were crossed as he shook his head at her. He did that a lot, now that she thought about it. For a fleeting few seconds, Genevieve wondered if maybe she should not make him annoyed so often, but the thought was gone almost as soon as it crossed her mind. It was far too much fun to stop.

"Why not?" Ginny asked, just to be even more annoying. The response was another sigh and then, to her surprise, Rupert started helping.

"How many Luperci do you want to fit in there?" Rupert asked, moving some snow away that had piled up right behind her, making it easier for her to fling snow again when he stepped out of the way. For the moment, she figured she could spare him a stream of snow to the face. It was absolutely a temporary truce. Rupert probably knew it, too.

"I dunno. You think anyone else would want to join us?" Ginny asked, turning around. Their faces were close, so she licked his cheek before turning back into the cave. She immediately started digging again, kicking snow right at Rupert, causing him to sputter and stumble backwards.

"Well that was just rude," he informed her and then surprised her again by chucking a snowball at her, which landed with a splat just above her tail.

"Hey!" Ginny shouted, suddenly regretting her lack of hands. "No fair!" She dug furiously, kicking more snow, as much as she could at him, hoping that at least some of it would hit its mark. The truce was officially over.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 07, 2019 5:27 pm

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Snow, despite the relatively short time Saga had been alive, was quite possibly one of her favourite things. It had been at this time the previous year that Saga had gained singularity, one revolution ago she'd entered a stage in her life that had seen exponential growth both physically and mentally. It had also seen her depart from the kingdom she had grown up in, well, the kingdom she'd lived on the outskirts of, and travel at such a tender age to the land she would, and now did, call home. It seemed so long ago and yet, it hadn't been so long since she'd been stuck on fours legs and had simply been a mid-ranked teen within the Vale. Relative power within the Vale had been more or less as she'd expected it. Even without Felix and Calia's say so, outside of accepting newcomers, she'd largely been doing the job of a councilman before she'd reached a year and the additional tasks asked of her when it was made official were taken in her stride.

A flurry of white awoke her from her reverie, stopping her still in the middle of the snow-covered street. Verdant eyes squinted at the shapes in the distance and after a few seconds, she managed to place them as the newcomers to the Vale she had accepted a week or so ago. The ones she had gone to the Shoal to background check them in fears that they were up to no good. Her paranoid was disproven, thankfully and while she had no need to keep a closer eye on the pair, mismatched feet took her closer and she barked out a greeting as she arrived some few metres behind them. They were digging a den in the thick blanket of snow, it seemed, or at least they had been. Since Saga had rounded the corner it looked as if the excavation had dissolved into a spirited snow fight.
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POSTED: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:46 am

WC: 508

Before realizing what she was doing, Genevieve managed to dig past snow and into the dirt. Thankfully it only took a couple of swipes before she realized this and she changed position so that she was only kicking snow again. Unfortunately she was not quick enough to keep from flinging some dirt at Rupert, who squawked out a protest. Why he was standing in the stream of snow was beyond her, but it worked in her favor, so she was not going to point out that all he had to do was move slightly to the left or right and the problem would be solved.

"Oh, hello, Saga," Ginny heard Rupert's muffled voice, but she was still digging, so her brain did not immediately register the words. "How are you-mrfff" His words were cut off by more snow to the face. "Do stop this right now, Genevieve!" His voice was clear now as he spoke, so he must have taken that step he should have taken earlier. She paused for a moment, trying to figure out how she needed to turn so that she could get him with more snow, single-mindedly determined to get her revenge for the snowball she took to the butt before. As soon as she started digging again, Rupert seized her back foot.

Genevieve yelped as he hauled her out of the snow den, scrabbling for any grip she could get on the ground, to no avail. At least he was not able to lift her up so that she was hanging from his hand. That would have been a perfect way to greet Saga. As it was, Genevieve pulled out her most innocent look, turning large eyes on the Starkhelm.

"Oh, hey, Saga! Ruru and I-" Rupert turned sharply to glare at her for saying the ridiculous nickname in front of someone else. Ginny carried on with a grin since annoying Rupert had been the point of calling him that. "-Are building a snow den, as you can see." Ginny supposed 'we' was pushing it a little because it was her idea and her work so far with some useless observations from Rupert, but oh well. "Do you want to join us? I think there will be plenty of room for three once it's done. Maybe more!" There was still some digging to do, but it was getting there. It would help if she focused more on making it wider rather than deeper, but deeper was better for hitting Rupert with lots of snow. Although he seemed to be largely snow-free right now except for his hair. That was something she would need to fix.

"Room for two is plenty," Rupert chimed in. "I will not be going in there."

"Spoilsport," Ginny sighed at him before returning her eyes to Saga with hope clear in her eyes. Maybe Saga would not be quite as much of a stick-in-the-mud as Rupert was. It would not take much to be better than he was in that department.
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POSTED: Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:18 pm

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Verdant eyes watched curiously as the man's greeting was cut off by a further flurry of snow to the face, sunk into the mouth of a snow tunnel white, cream and tan hindlegs spun rapidly, undoubtedly the source of the ersatz blizzard. No sooner had she paused and attempted to dig again when Rupert clasped a hand around her leg and dragged away from the tunnel like a misbehaving child. A white eyebrow raised incredulously as Ginny attempted to portray total innocence. She was brave, Saga had to give her that, acting like a fool and then having the boldness to pretend she was a saint. A tired smile crept onto the Starkhelm's face nonetheless, amused by the fact that those older than her still seemed to have a tight grasp on their childishness, something which the D'Angelo woman had never really had. 'Good morning.' she greeted, drawing closer to to the snow den in order to inspect it further.

It was already a generous size, especially when out of the three of them Saga would take up the least amount of space. A nagging voice in the back of her head supposed that she should join in, for the den making practise and time spent confined in the space would serve as useful preparation for the near future... Her tail gave a soft flicker as with a half convinced, 'Sure.' she looked up towards Ginny's bright blue eyes and awaited further instruction.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 13, 2019 9:45 pm

WC: 425

Ginny was practically vibrating with excitement as she waited for Saga to make her decision. Despite what Rupert said, the den would be made big enough for three, and he would be sitting in it with her, or them, if Saga decided she wanted to help, too.

When Saga responded, her general lack of outward enthusiasm only brought Ginny down for a moment. She quickly caromed and bounced excitedly a few times, her front paws leaving the snow while the back ones stayed planted, and her tail wagged furiously.

"Awesome!" She said, turning in a couple of circles before diving back into the den. "I almost have enough room for two of us in here." Her voice was muffled now and when she glanced out of the entry way, she saw that Rupert had stepped forward.

"You might want to stand back," he suggested to Saga, gently guiding her away from the splash zone, as it were. As soon as he was out of sight, Ginny began digging again. She started with the wall to her right, having the snow building up at her feet inside the den and then she moved to send that out the entrance. The snow flew, giving easily under her paws, and she was thankful that it was not frozen over. That would have been tough on her paw pads. As it was, they were cold, but it was manageable. Later, she could get Rupert to heat some water, which would hopefully help them thaw out and feel better. That, and she just liked it when he did things to take care of her, even if she had to ask for it.

Once the den seemed wide enough, Ginny popped back out, grinning at Rupert and Saga. Rupert was kneeling down to move snow that did not quite make it out of the entrance out of the way to make room for the next round of excavation. Her tail was still wagging.

"Okay, I think it's big enough for the two of us. Wanna come in and we can make room for Rupert?" Ginna slid over to create space for Saga to join her.

"Really, Ginny, I'm fine out-"

"Nope!" Ginny cut Rupert off.

"But-"

"Nope!"

"I can just-"

"Nope! Unless that sentence is going to continue with 'wait right here while you make room for me in your lovely snow den' you can just stop right there." Ginny grinned and Rupert sighed, giving in. "Great! It won't take long!" She turned around to start digging again.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 16, 2019 9:11 am

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A momentary flash of indignance sparked in her as Rupert guided her away from ground zero, poisonous eyes narrowed but she said nothing. He'd been trying to be helpful and she was trying not to show her annoyance. It wouldn't annoy her usually so why was it annoying her now? That question ended up being the lingering cause of her annoyance, quickly overshadowing Rupert's actions. Snow flurries quickly came shooting out of the tunnel's mouth again and the man had been right to guide her out of the way as she would have been in direct sight of that canine powered snow cannon. Giving Rupert a slight, almost thankful smile, she waited patiently for Ginny to finish her work.

'I don't think you're going to escape this Rupert...' The Starkhelm commented with a slight smirk, leaving the man's side and joining Ginny in the cold embrace of the snow den. For a moment she shared another grin with the newcomer but before long both were happily engaged in digging the den deeper. 'How've you been settling in?' she managed to ask, curious, her question punctuated by the sound of constant digging and softly thudding snow.
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POSTED: Sat Jan 19, 2019 12:57 am

WC: 536

At least someone was interested in having fun today. Ginny almost said as much, intending another barb at Rupert, but she figured she should hold her tongue. If she pushed that too hard, he was liable to just wander off when she was not looking. Really though, he could put forth more than the perfunctory appearance he was making by standing here watching her dig in the snow. With how enthusiastic he was about the whole thing, Ginny was surprised he did not just wander off as soon as Saga was inside the den with her.

Maybe it was because Saga held a high rank, and he was afraid of what Ginny might do that would embarrass him if he left her to her own devices. And sadly, he was probably right. She sometimes spoke first and thought second. It was, apparently, something she got from her mother, which made sense, since her father seemed to almost always think things through. Almost because he seemed to think nothing through when it came to her mother, but that was not something she was supposed to have noticed.

Ginny's wandering thoughts almost made her miss Saga's question and she blinked for a moment as her brain put the simple question together. She was glad that her blank look was directed towards the wall of the den, rather than Saga. That could have been embarrassing, especially for Rupert who would have been right there and yet unable to prevent her blunder.

"Pretty well!" Ginny said, turning a grin towards Saga as she continued digging happily. She was not sure why it was so fun to dig, but she really enjoyed it. It was probably her favorite thing to do in her four-legged form. "We picked one of the houses in Winterwynd that we liked. The second floor seems pretty iffy, but the first floor is great." Ginny hoped to fix up the second floor eventually, but since carpentry and building were not skills she and Rupert possessed, they would need to see if they could find some help for that, or just ignore the second floor. The first had plenty of room for the two of them to have enough privacy but still get the companionship they both liked, as strange as their duo might seem from the outside.

"I'm hoping to explore some more of the territory soon," Ginny continued, turning so that she could kick some snow out of the den. A sputtering sound from behind her let her know that she had managed to hit Rupert in the face with the snow.

"Ugh, Ginny," Rupert muttered.

"Sorry! I didn't know you wanted to come in yet," Ginny said in a cheeky tone, letting her tongue loll out the side of her mouth. He sighed and withdrew, apparently no longer interested in saying whatever he had originally stuck his head into the den for. "Is there anywhere you would suggest that we check out first?" Ginny asked Saga, figuring that someone with a high rank would know all the really cool spots the pack had to offer, or at she would hopefully at least have something interesting that they could go see.
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POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2019 7:45 am

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Foolishness was something that Saga begrudgingly tolerated, even more so during her tenure in Mistfell Vale. While, in all honesty, she rather agree with Rupert, she realised that bonds were built by disagreeing with her packmates, especially when they weren't doing anything that was actually undesirable. Verdant eyes looked towards Ginny's male companion, hoping to somehow convey that there was probably very little that Ginny could do to actively insult or annoy the Starkhelm enough for her to go tattling to Felix and Calia. Secretly, she was pleased to see the majesty of her rank being not only noticed but respected. In Salsola, the Outpost at least, the D'Angelo woman had found it difficult to do anything of worth. The Thistle Kingdom was cliquey and fickle, allegiances could be bought or sold and the lawful Saga was never sure where she stood during her time as a Salsolan. Her speedy advancement with the Vale had been much more honest and had taken far less from her than Salsola would have had she decided to remain.

The Starkhelm was glad to hear that the pair were settling in okay, her first self appointed task in Mistfell had been to ensure others were settled, safe and happy after they'd officially joined. Such duties later became a co-rank in the form of Pack Aide and the Starkhelm had continued such work since then, in fact, it was largely why she'd attempted to track down the newcomers that day to begin with. 'The upper floors usually are.' Saga noted with a nod, mismatched paws still digging at the snow. 'Brom can help you with that though, Sedona too. They've been working on the barn in the Orchard over the winter so I'm sure they'll have some wood spare to reinforce the flooring.' Again, part of her Pack Aide work seemed to consist of passing along news of the skills of others when someone was in need of a carpenter, or a trader, or a scout.

Ginny, after ploughing snow into Rupert's face again and making a smart remark that caused him to leave without saying his piece, turned the questioning onto Saga. Verdant eyes narrowed slightly as she thought. 'The Garden's are nice, there's a big stone pond with big orange fish in it and these... statues... I think they're of humans but a lot of them are broken or worn.' The Starkhelm paused again, considering what else she considered to be worthy of a visit. 'The Ruins are interesting too. I don't know what they used to be though. The Lakes are great for swimming too, but you might want to wait until later in the year for that if you're not a fan of the cold.' Saga was built for northern weather and thus, the Lakes were never off limits for her, but she understood that some others didn't have such a strong disposition. 'The Bluegrass in the old park is lovely in summer, but it's just snow and mud right now so I'd give that a miss until it gets warmer.'
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POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:43 pm

WC: 611

Nodding, Genevieve committed the names that Saga told her to memory as best she could. Knowing who could help with what was very important, especially when she was at a complete loss as to how to do something that needed to be done. She had already met Sedona-- no wait, that was Ragna. Hm. She would have to ask who Sedona and Brom were... later. Right now, she had a very important den to dig because making Rupert goof off was currently the most important thing in the world. Ginny was always telling him that he needed to loosen up, and he was constantly refusing. She could not imagine living in such an uptight way. He did not even like to try different types of alcohol, let alone do something as harmless as dig a den in snow. He had tried telling her that it was a waste of time because it was going to melt eventually, and had scoffed at the idea that digging the thing was just as much fun as using it. Maybe with the amount of snow he had taken to the face up until now, he had a point.

"Big orange fish? That sounds like it would be fun to see!" Genevieve stopped digging and her ears perked with interest, and not in eating the fist, despite her Krokar roots. She had never seen big orange fish. Usually it seemed as though they were boring brown or gross green. She wondered what kind of fish would be orange, though. The statues sounded kind of interesting, too, but they definitely not have the same draw that big orange fish did. She listened carefully to the other places Saga described, and they all sounded like they would be really nice places to explore. Mostly, Ginny just liked exploring and seeing new things. Once she had explored the pack lands enough, she hoped to travel around to see other places and packs and bring back information on them that might be useful.

Apparently taking advantage in the pause in flying snow, Rupert's hand shot out from the side of the den entrance and he pulled snow away from it to make more room. Ginny grinned at his caution with only letting his arm be exposed to another deluge, rather than his face and upper body.

"Mud, you say?" Ginny said with a grin as her tail wagged with excitement, and Rupert groaned from outside.

"You just had to tell her about the mud..." His continued complaints trailed off to a quiet mutter as he cleared more of the snow that had piled up.

"Don't be such a stick in the-- oh, wait," Ginny quipped with another grin and she could tell that Rupert was rolling his eyes at her even without being able to see him. "It's okay, Rupert, you can be boring and stay home while I go have fun playing in the mud."

"Sensible, you mean," He responded.

"Yes, boring," Ginny drew the words out, speaking a little more slowly than she normally spoke, as if she was explaining something to a child. Rupert's response was not particularly polite for someone who was normally so polished. As she started digging again, she turned her attention back to Saga to ask, "Where is this pond? Are the fish in it even in the winter?" She would have thought that it was frozen over, but maybe it was deep enough like lakes and rivers were that it did not freeze solid. Sometimes the ice was clear enough to see through to the fish below, and she imagined that orange fish would be easy to see.
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POSTED: Thu Jan 24, 2019 6:27 pm

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With her nodding, it seemed as if Ginny was taking Saga's advice to heart and the Starkhelm's body language mirrored the newcomers. The young D'Angelo was always pleased when her words were heeded, even when it was just small change such as fun places to explore and not sage advice on how best to spend one's working hours. The dug together further, their efforts and the sound of snow flurries interspersed by their conversation.

'Yeah, big orange fish.' The Starkhelm repeated, her darker foreleg now as snowy white as her other one now it was so thickly caked in snow and ice. 'They're right in the middle of the gardens, head straight once you go through the gates and it's easy enough to find. I don't know if they'd taste any good,' she advised further, knowing full well that the former Krokarans had an affinity for water-dwelling creatures. She supposed eating one or two wouldn't hurt, but since the supply was so small and so confined, she figured it was best to steer people away from it. After all, their bright orange colouring probably meant that they had once been kept for ornamental reasons.

The conversation soon took a dive, and verdant eyes searched to Rupert's to convey some semblance of an apology. She hadn't really thought she'd need to avoid such warnings when most sane people made an effort to steer themselves away from mud and bogs. Doubling down on her efforts, Saga turned back to Ginny, 'I really would avoid it, you'll be no use to anyone stuck in knee-deep mud.' Saga very much doubted that this warning would dissuade her, but she'd be neglected her duties to not attempt to warn her of the dangers. Even if those dangers were slightly exaggerated in an attempt to save Rupert and his sanity.

'I think so.' Saga replied, 'They were there last time and checked, even though it's mostly frozen over.' She didn't proclaim to know how the fish survived in a mostly frozen pond. She assumed it was something to do with the fact that the water wasn't frozen right from top to bottom and they were still largely free to swim around beneath the surface. She'd seemed them moving with her own eyes, albeit with a little less speed and vigour than they had possessed in the warmer months.

Stopping for breath, something she seemed to be running out of a little quicker these days, Saga stood back from the back wall of the ice den to run a scathing eye over the crude architecture. 'Is this deep enough?' she asked, remaining on her feet just in case Ginny replied to the contrary. It looked big enough to fit the three of them at least if Rupert decided that after all the effort the women had made it would be impolite of him not to enjoy their creation. Saga didn't mind either way, but she suspected that Ginny would. The relationship between the pair made her think of the relationship between herself and Brom, where she was seemingly the stick in the mud and he the fun-loving wildling. It made her also wonder about what kind of relationship the had exactly... Saga would've pegged herself and Brom as erstwhile lovers and occasional bedfellows, but she supposed Ginny and Rupert's playful banter could just as easily be described as sbiling like, for Saga often joke and squabbled with Baelish in a similar, childish manner.

'What do you think, Rupert?' The Starkhelm decided to ask, turning her head towards the entrace of the den. 'Do you think this is big enough to tempt you inside?'
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