Post by Connor on Feb 28, 2020 4:31:12 GMT
(February 15, open to one Gilded Wings member for the first few posts, then open to all. Interact with the grump.)
Dusky light made one last dab through the trees at the end of the day, painting the Enchanted Forest in bars of pink and faded orange. It was pretty. The evening glow contrasted with the deep shadows under huge trees. This area was beautiful to pass through, but the paths couldn’t disguise the fact that it was still a wild place full of unknowns.
Out from one such unknown tunnel stepped two figures. The first was pointy-eared, scruffy about the neck, but limber and slight for his kind. Instead of all fours, this canine walked upright and wore faded clothing.
The wolf stepped out of a gap between hulking roots and instinctively raised his paws to his mouth to blow warmth into them...except it wasn’t that cold out. Still winter, yeah, but winter here wasn’t Tundratown winter.
Connor coolly adjusted the worn-out collar of his diner-uniform shirt instead, only a lazy sideways glance giving away the fact that he’d been about to do something goofy. Not that he minded too much what his companion thought.
Yeah, the Wings had given him a home. More important, they’d given Raoul a home. His little brother was the important one, here. And to earn that, the eldest Huntford needed to pull his weight. It usually helped lighten the one that seemed to follow him around even after leaving Zootopia. Maybe it wouldn’t ever go away. But hey, the Wings gave him something to do. He was grateful.
But this teammate wasn’t much higher on the chain of command. So Connor’s cup of care about their opinion was empty.
Might as well make this clear, though. The better he explained it, the less he’d have to talk while they got it done. Just show this one the ropes, make the rounds, come back to the Duckling. A lot like the route back home. “Okay, so...” Black pads thumped together as Connor swung them in a lazy clap, then pointed in an even looser gesture towards the same distant tree his chin jerked at. “Back there’s the first door. You know. It’ll have a duck on it. ‘S pretty simple, we just go by, make sure nothin’s blocking the entrance or lookin...I dunno, off, or anything.”
Coal eyes blinked, still looking only half awake. He shrugged one shoulder and took a step further out onto the path, starting to walk. Did that need more explanation? “Y’know. In case one of our guys has to use the tunnel, get back to the Duckling quick. Don’t want anything slowing them down. We check on it, move on to the next one.” There was a shrug in his voice even if the lean worker didn’t repeat the gesture.
As he trudged, he sighed, swinging one arm. This was going to be boring. At least usually they left him alone with his thoughts to finish patrolling each of the Snuggly Ducklings’ hidden bolt holes. Now he had to train somebody else to do it? Come on, what was so technical it had to be taught? Yeesh.
Dusky light made one last dab through the trees at the end of the day, painting the Enchanted Forest in bars of pink and faded orange. It was pretty. The evening glow contrasted with the deep shadows under huge trees. This area was beautiful to pass through, but the paths couldn’t disguise the fact that it was still a wild place full of unknowns.
Out from one such unknown tunnel stepped two figures. The first was pointy-eared, scruffy about the neck, but limber and slight for his kind. Instead of all fours, this canine walked upright and wore faded clothing.
The wolf stepped out of a gap between hulking roots and instinctively raised his paws to his mouth to blow warmth into them...except it wasn’t that cold out. Still winter, yeah, but winter here wasn’t Tundratown winter.
Connor coolly adjusted the worn-out collar of his diner-uniform shirt instead, only a lazy sideways glance giving away the fact that he’d been about to do something goofy. Not that he minded too much what his companion thought.
Yeah, the Wings had given him a home. More important, they’d given Raoul a home. His little brother was the important one, here. And to earn that, the eldest Huntford needed to pull his weight. It usually helped lighten the one that seemed to follow him around even after leaving Zootopia. Maybe it wouldn’t ever go away. But hey, the Wings gave him something to do. He was grateful.
But this teammate wasn’t much higher on the chain of command. So Connor’s cup of care about their opinion was empty.
Might as well make this clear, though. The better he explained it, the less he’d have to talk while they got it done. Just show this one the ropes, make the rounds, come back to the Duckling. A lot like the route back home. “Okay, so...” Black pads thumped together as Connor swung them in a lazy clap, then pointed in an even looser gesture towards the same distant tree his chin jerked at. “Back there’s the first door. You know. It’ll have a duck on it. ‘S pretty simple, we just go by, make sure nothin’s blocking the entrance or lookin...I dunno, off, or anything.”
Coal eyes blinked, still looking only half awake. He shrugged one shoulder and took a step further out onto the path, starting to walk. Did that need more explanation? “Y’know. In case one of our guys has to use the tunnel, get back to the Duckling quick. Don’t want anything slowing them down. We check on it, move on to the next one.” There was a shrug in his voice even if the lean worker didn’t repeat the gesture.
As he trudged, he sighed, swinging one arm. This was going to be boring. At least usually they left him alone with his thoughts to finish patrolling each of the Snuggly Ducklings’ hidden bolt holes. Now he had to train somebody else to do it? Come on, what was so technical it had to be taught? Yeesh.