What Lies Beneath [OPEN]

[slich]

Slich walked cautiously amongst the headstones of graves, her lithe body winding around each whilst she sniffed the ground. With her red nose to the dirt, the silvery fox searched for signs of roots or prey. She stopped suddenly, and started digging carefully at the ground. A fat root soon appeared, and Slich grabbed it in her teeth.

Sitting with her back to a headstone, she chomped the root, grumbling. "This ain't any food fit for a fox." Inwardly, her mind argued, "Who cares? There's not a trace of any creature around!" Slich had to agree with her mind—where were all the birds, anyway? With a sigh, she rested her head against the cool stone. A small shaft of sunlight danced lazily off her gem and seashell earring, while a soft breeze ruffled her silver and white fur, causing her feathered skirt to flutter as if attached to a live bird again.

The calming weather made Slich's eyelids droop over her golden eyes. "Stay awake, you stupid beast!" she heard Roket's voice in her head. Her eyes snapped open and Slich looked around. It bothered her that Roket was still in her mind, telling her what to do. But perhaps sometimes his words made sense. Slich should stay awake. Grudgingly she gave up the thought of sleep and turned to peek around the gravestone, scanning the area rather lazily.

[Wildrun]

((Hello there. Sorry for the long wait. Very nice post, too, by the way.))

Kerlverren Grravspaz was an odd name for an odd mole--not odd in a bad way, mind you, but innocent and happy-go-lucky, the wiseness of moles only showing through occasionally, when she needed it.

One thing no one could accuse Cavvy of being, however, was lazy.

"Hurr, ohhhh, oi be a-pickin'
an' a-dippin'
an' a-singing
an' a-dancin'
moi day awoi, hurrrrr,
Oi bee lookin' fur some graveroot,
a moighty strange ol' plant,
a plant a-growin' boi a grave,
so oi'm a-singing moi day awoi!
Burrrr!"

She stopped, scruntinizing the ground carefully for any telltale signs of graveroot, the reason she had left the gates of the beloved Abbey she lived in to take a picnic lunch to St. Ninian's. Having nothing else to attend to in the Abbey (which was amazing in it's self), the cheerful mole had happily agreed to come searching for the root required by the infirmary keeper. Now, here in St. Ninian's, she sang and hummed cheerfully to keep herself company.

Shaking her head at the plant she ha been peering at, Cavvy ambled on. She lifted her fuzzy velvet head, puzzled, having thought she'd heard someone. Padding in the direction of the supposed sound, she peeked her head around a gravestone to see a fox scanning the area.

Her good nature overriding any prejudice she might've had against foxes and the idea to share her picnic popping into her head, Cavvy moved into an open space so the fox could see her and waved cheerily.

"Hullo thur, mizz. Would you'm loike to share a picnic with oi?"

[slich]

((Why thank you ))

Slich, to say the least, jumped. It was an odd feeling, when you thought something was around, but you give it no mind until it comes out and you are caught by something you always knew was there. This was the feeling Slich Rot-Face was feeling at that moment. She whipped her head around. A mole.

"A-a picnic?" Slich asked in surprise. She took a deep breath to calm herself after the surprise. It had been so long, at least a score of seasons since the fox had even thought of the gesture. After taking a second to search her mind, Slich remembered that being invited to a picnic was basically free food. And free food was what Slich wanted. Licking her red lips, the fox answered, "What a kind offer for you to make. I would not mind at all sharing a picnic with you." It was slightly double-sided to accept the offer: as Roket taught her, she could take advantage of the mole after gaining it's trust, or, as she was doing know and as her parents taught her, Slich could be polite, eat her fill, and either make off with it or perhaps some other thing. Slich could not remember what it was called.

[Wildrun]

Cavvy smiled, nodding happily. It was always nice to share a picnic. After all, they were no fun on your own.

"Burr, that's noice. Boi the way, oi think yurr sittin' on moi graveroot, mizz." Cavvy's eyes sparkled, and she chuckled good-naturedly. Unpacking her basket, she spread out the blanket and smoothed it over the small tufts of grass growing out of the graveyard ground. Busily making sure the corners wouldn't flap up in a sudden breeze and checking that the edges were even and unwrinkled, she nodded at Slich to take a seat. "Hurr, oi 'ope you'm bee loikin' wot oi have," she said fretfully, reaching into the basket for food. "Oi cer'anly down't know wot foxers loike to eat, hurr!"

So far as had happened, Cavvy hadn't actually looked at the fox much and hadn't noticed much about her. Humming to herself again, she held out a beaker of cordial, shaking her head. "Oi down't be much loiken cordial. Et bee a bit to sweet fur oi. Would you'm loike sum?"