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dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-04 02:29 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-04 02:29 pm
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Bingo Spam #2 4/5
Title: Taking an Interest
Prompt: Magical/Mythological Creatures
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: None
Six months ago, she would’ve thought someone suggesting her life would take this kind of turn needed psychiatric help.
Now, she was pretty sure she needed it.
Rissa stood on the porch of her farm house and just stared at her yard. Her eldest, Jen, was playing with a varil - a large canine like animal that was telepathic. Her second eldest, Tara, was wielding a wooden sword against Lady Guir – a woman-knight from the kingdom of Fyrelia – under the watchful eye of the Lady’s husband and a seven-foot tall bipedal dragon by the name of Tirel, who claimed to have been sent by his God to protect Rissa and “her issue”.
Because the Gods had Plans for her.
Rissa had wanted to start drinking then, but she’d had a dry house for years. (No real reason; just alcohol was expensive and when you’re a single mother of four, running a farm alone, it was an unnecessary expense. It was rapidly becoming a necessary one.)
“You’re gaping again.”
Rissa turned to look at the red and silver haired woman calmly mending a shirt on the porch. She didn’t let the calm façade fool her. Rissa had seen Fyre in a temper and was still mending the part of the barn that had been singed.
“I –“ She stopped and sighed. “Six months ago, I had a semi-prosperous farm, four kids that I thought I wasn’t damaging too badly, an older brother and sister-in-law that were not only good neighbors, but good workers, an ex husband and a car in need of repair.” She waved out at the yard. “Now I have all that, a talking canine, a mage, two knights and a dragon.” She slumped in the rocking chair. “I’m going to start drinking just so life makes sense again.”
Fyre chuckled. “It’s not that hard to believe is it?”
“Interdimensional travel, Gods taking an interest in me, or the fact that, again, talking canine, mage, knights and dragon?” Rissa didn’t know which one was just too much for her. Maybe it was all of them?
“Any of the above?” Fyre suggested impishly.
Rissa just muttered. “I have fence to repair.” She pushed herself up.
:Watcha! Anyone seen a tall scaley fella makin’ with the Holy Avenging?:
Rissa fell backwards, startled as a ball of fire resolved itself into a black and orange cat sitting on the porch rail. She stared at it as it merely flicked an ear. “What the hell are you?!” She snapped.
The cat cocked its – her maybe – head to one side and regarded her with intelligent green eyes. :Well, hell’s not too far off, pet. Just the other side of the… Oh there you are Teril!: The cat leapt off the railing and sauntered over to the dragon.
“Better add talking feline to that list.” Fyre grinned.
Rissa just went and got her keys. She was going to go buy alcohol. It was the only way to survive this with any shred of sanity.
Prompt: Magical/Mythological Creatures
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: None
Six months ago, she would’ve thought someone suggesting her life would take this kind of turn needed psychiatric help.
Now, she was pretty sure she needed it.
Rissa stood on the porch of her farm house and just stared at her yard. Her eldest, Jen, was playing with a varil - a large canine like animal that was telepathic. Her second eldest, Tara, was wielding a wooden sword against Lady Guir – a woman-knight from the kingdom of Fyrelia – under the watchful eye of the Lady’s husband and a seven-foot tall bipedal dragon by the name of Tirel, who claimed to have been sent by his God to protect Rissa and “her issue”.
Because the Gods had Plans for her.
Rissa had wanted to start drinking then, but she’d had a dry house for years. (No real reason; just alcohol was expensive and when you’re a single mother of four, running a farm alone, it was an unnecessary expense. It was rapidly becoming a necessary one.)
“You’re gaping again.”
Rissa turned to look at the red and silver haired woman calmly mending a shirt on the porch. She didn’t let the calm façade fool her. Rissa had seen Fyre in a temper and was still mending the part of the barn that had been singed.
“I –“ She stopped and sighed. “Six months ago, I had a semi-prosperous farm, four kids that I thought I wasn’t damaging too badly, an older brother and sister-in-law that were not only good neighbors, but good workers, an ex husband and a car in need of repair.” She waved out at the yard. “Now I have all that, a talking canine, a mage, two knights and a dragon.” She slumped in the rocking chair. “I’m going to start drinking just so life makes sense again.”
Fyre chuckled. “It’s not that hard to believe is it?”
“Interdimensional travel, Gods taking an interest in me, or the fact that, again, talking canine, mage, knights and dragon?” Rissa didn’t know which one was just too much for her. Maybe it was all of them?
“Any of the above?” Fyre suggested impishly.
Rissa just muttered. “I have fence to repair.” She pushed herself up.
:Watcha! Anyone seen a tall scaley fella makin’ with the Holy Avenging?:
Rissa fell backwards, startled as a ball of fire resolved itself into a black and orange cat sitting on the porch rail. She stared at it as it merely flicked an ear. “What the hell are you?!” She snapped.
The cat cocked its – her maybe – head to one side and regarded her with intelligent green eyes. :Well, hell’s not too far off, pet. Just the other side of the… Oh there you are Teril!: The cat leapt off the railing and sauntered over to the dragon.
“Better add talking feline to that list.” Fyre grinned.
Rissa just went and got her keys. She was going to go buy alcohol. It was the only way to survive this with any shred of sanity.