Island of the Fomors, Noon, Sunday
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l1ttle_billyThe original plan had been to use Leda as the host for Domnu. They'd thought it poetic justice for the last of the house of Danan (adoptions not-withstanding) to be the instrument of it's destruction. But when they'd learned of the child's nature, the plan had changed.
Now if only she'd be a good little girl and stop running away so effectively!
On the plus side she was leaving a clear trail for Pythona to follow.
Ana had no idea where she was going. She wasn't even really paying much attention to that. She was too busy trying not to panic, and not doing a very good job. Tears began to blur her vision at the thought of how disappointed her mother would be just now, to see her daughter fleeing like some frightened rabbit. What would Master Storm Shadow think? How could she expect to become an Arashikage Ninja if she couldn't control her fear?
I'm only eight! another part of her chided.
Pythona rounded a clump of trees, and spotted the girl just ahead of her. She grinned, thinking the chase was almost over, when something small and green launched itself at her head.
“Ack!” She jerked back, and something dashed out of the brush, rolled at her ankles, and tripped her.
“Come on!” Gobo yelled to Ana. “Let's get out of here!”
But the brief respite was all Ana had needed. “No.” she said. “I can't leave Miss Leda and Mister Tim.”
Pythona had not simply tumbled to the ground however. She'd rolled smoothly back to her feet, and stared incredulously at the two creatures who'd come to the girl's rescue.
What in the name of Balor are those things? Never mind. It was time to end this. Pythona was getting increasingly frustrated. Between time-tables and needing to keep certain people alive and unharmed, she'd been hampered at every turn. She pulled a seed pod out of a cloak pocket, and squeezed. The pollen erupted towards Ana, who quickly succumbed, her hesitation finally proving her undoing. The two creatures who'd come to her aid, apparently lacking noses, scampered off into the bushes.
With a sigh, Pythona hoisted the sleeping girl onto her shoulder, and made a note to hunt those things down. They didn't need any more surprises.
[Continued from here. No need to go to another journal for the next installment, just click next.]
Now if only she'd be a good little girl and stop running away so effectively!
On the plus side she was leaving a clear trail for Pythona to follow.
Ana had no idea where she was going. She wasn't even really paying much attention to that. She was too busy trying not to panic, and not doing a very good job. Tears began to blur her vision at the thought of how disappointed her mother would be just now, to see her daughter fleeing like some frightened rabbit. What would Master Storm Shadow think? How could she expect to become an Arashikage Ninja if she couldn't control her fear?
I'm only eight! another part of her chided.
Pythona rounded a clump of trees, and spotted the girl just ahead of her. She grinned, thinking the chase was almost over, when something small and green launched itself at her head.
“Ack!” She jerked back, and something dashed out of the brush, rolled at her ankles, and tripped her.
“Come on!” Gobo yelled to Ana. “Let's get out of here!”
But the brief respite was all Ana had needed. “No.” she said. “I can't leave Miss Leda and Mister Tim.”
Pythona had not simply tumbled to the ground however. She'd rolled smoothly back to her feet, and stared incredulously at the two creatures who'd come to the girl's rescue.
What in the name of Balor are those things? Never mind. It was time to end this. Pythona was getting increasingly frustrated. Between time-tables and needing to keep certain people alive and unharmed, she'd been hampered at every turn. She pulled a seed pod out of a cloak pocket, and squeezed. The pollen erupted towards Ana, who quickly succumbed, her hesitation finally proving her undoing. The two creatures who'd come to her aid, apparently lacking noses, scampered off into the bushes.
With a sigh, Pythona hoisted the sleeping girl onto her shoulder, and made a note to hunt those things down. They didn't need any more surprises.
[Continued from here. No need to go to another journal for the next installment, just click next.]
