Post by Colleen on Mar 2, 2020 17:44:46 GMT
(February 9th, open to any in Arendelle!)
”Ergh—naow this I did not miss...” Another grunt followed the sarcastic Scottish accent. It was joined by distant, recycled echoes of splashing and clunking warbling their way out of the well.
Dawn’s early light was just beginning to paint the roofs of Arendelle’s main village. The sun was rising behind the cliffs that sheltered the northern side of the fjord, so it had long since been shining on the hilltop outside of the city walls. Colleen was beginning to regret the heavy cloak she’d donned to ward off dew.
Snowy paws dappled with orange clenched the rope of the well. She resorted to one hind leg braced against the stone and hoisted backward with a very unladylike scowl.
She’d been convinced that ‘online databases’ were the most wonderful thing Zootopia had coaxed out of the minds of animals shortly after discovering it. I think indoor plumbing takes the cake after all!
The sound of the squeaking wheel at the tip of the well brought back memories. Memories of Lambsley, helping Mum fetch the water, laughing with her after the chore was finished over a letter from Clucky, excitedly committing every shred of news from Nottingham to memory together...
...but they kept getting interrupted by more recent memories of explaining a well and how nice it was not to need one to a young wolf’s listening, stupid face.
Not improving her mood.
The fiery canine gritted her teeth and decidedly refused to miss anything more about Zootopia. She needed this water to teach the class of kiddies the best way to do their chores without wastefulness. That was the focus. That was the goal. And if her Zootopia-softened muscles didn’t like it, well, they’d better get used to being medieval again!
”Ach—!” Gasped Colleen as the sound of steps through grass reached her cocked ears and the start was enough to nearly drop all the progress she’d made. The teacher cast a glance over one shoulder. She wasn’t going to ask for help. But the flinty glare was enough to let the early riser know she didn’t appreciate an audience.
”Ergh—naow this I did not miss...” Another grunt followed the sarcastic Scottish accent. It was joined by distant, recycled echoes of splashing and clunking warbling their way out of the well.
Dawn’s early light was just beginning to paint the roofs of Arendelle’s main village. The sun was rising behind the cliffs that sheltered the northern side of the fjord, so it had long since been shining on the hilltop outside of the city walls. Colleen was beginning to regret the heavy cloak she’d donned to ward off dew.
Snowy paws dappled with orange clenched the rope of the well. She resorted to one hind leg braced against the stone and hoisted backward with a very unladylike scowl.
She’d been convinced that ‘online databases’ were the most wonderful thing Zootopia had coaxed out of the minds of animals shortly after discovering it. I think indoor plumbing takes the cake after all!
The sound of the squeaking wheel at the tip of the well brought back memories. Memories of Lambsley, helping Mum fetch the water, laughing with her after the chore was finished over a letter from Clucky, excitedly committing every shred of news from Nottingham to memory together...
...but they kept getting interrupted by more recent memories of explaining a well and how nice it was not to need one to a young wolf’s listening, stupid face.
Not improving her mood.
The fiery canine gritted her teeth and decidedly refused to miss anything more about Zootopia. She needed this water to teach the class of kiddies the best way to do their chores without wastefulness. That was the focus. That was the goal. And if her Zootopia-softened muscles didn’t like it, well, they’d better get used to being medieval again!
”Ach—!” Gasped Colleen as the sound of steps through grass reached her cocked ears and the start was enough to nearly drop all the progress she’d made. The teacher cast a glance over one shoulder. She wasn’t going to ask for help. But the flinty glare was enough to let the early riser know she didn’t appreciate an audience.
