the storm has [p]assed.

Dixie-May Jackson · 10-05-2011, 09:40 PM

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WC:576+ - Ok, sooo this is crap. I was thinking that Jaz could just stumble upon them and the horses would wake them up. You can PP, I dun care. If you do...just member that Wayne is super protective and Dixie is overly friendly. :p

Staying on the beach seemed like a good idea, so the duo hadn’t left their little piece of heaven in the sand. Listening to the waves constantly had both of them so relaxed after their friend from Anathema left that they just lazed around all day. Every now and then one of them would go out and catch a few fish and mix it with whatever small creatures they’d caught in the nearby forested area. They hadn’t suspected anything…but suddenly the sky opened up started to rain pretty hard, turning the beach into a big slushy. Wayne had to hook both Fern and Duke up to the wagon and then push at the back to get it out of the sinking and glue-like sand. So far the night was just not turning out so well. They sought refuge in the forest, the canines pulling saplings together with lassos and Dixie climbed haphazardly to the tops to tie them together. She fell a few times, bruising herself in a few places and turning her white fur a dark muddy color. By the time she was done, there were six of the young trees bent together, giving them a relatively waterless shelter for the night. A few skins were draped over the horses, who gathered together under a huge pine.

There was nothing they could do now but wait for the storm to pass over. Taking the wagon back to the beach was going to be impossible for the next few days, so they discussed just staying there at the edge of the forest. Their little temporary shelter was actually set up nicely despite working on it in a torrential downpour and Dixie wouldn’t mind just sleeping there for a while. The two Texans weren’t new to stormy weather, as there had been a few horrible hurricanes off the gulf coast during their childhood. Wayne wasn’t really affected by the storm, but Dixie was. When the thunder and lightning started up, she curled up and snuggled into her companion’s side, hiding her face against his shoulder. The sounds and brief flashes of light scared the hell out of the little girl for some reason. Wayne decided she needed something to keep her mind off of it since neither of them were going to be getting any sleep. He got up and went out to the wagon, grabbing some of their supplies that were relatively dry after being stored under the few skins they had.

He brought back her basket weaving materials; long strips of deer skin and an armful of damp sand grass, the kind that was soft and bendy and swayed in the wind all the time. He set everything on her lap and then crawled into the small shelter, wiggling in behind her and leaning his back against one of the tree trunks. Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and just sat there, comfortable and content to just listen to the storm and hold his girl. Dixie began weaving a new basket, her fingers shaking slightly for a while as her nerves began calming down. By the time she had half of it done, the thunder and light show had staved off and the rain was slowing. Wayne was fast asleep behind her, soft rumbling snores coming from his chest. Yawning widely, the little girl leaned back against him and closed her eyes as well, slipping into a light sleep.

Image courtesy of alpha du centaure@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

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