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a raft of otters - Needle - November 20, 2024
¿Qué son?Needle’s voice was filled with astonishment. Those swimming brown creatures were so strange! They were like bizarrely thin foxes with pushed in noses and tails that appeared to be more muscle than fluff. They swam so quickly, too! None of them quite moved like any prey she knew. In her amazement, she’d almost forgotten to ask in the common tongue.
What are those things?
Wide eyes turned to her companion, Stark, who had led them to the creek. It was early yet, and the clouds were silently building up for a light snowfall. A crisp breeze washed over them, rolling over the open area like a gentle tide.
RE: a raft of otters - Stark Drakaryn - November 20, 2024
Stark’s gaze lingered on the water, watching the creatures move with an efficiency that almost demanded respect. His fur ruffled slightly as the morning breeze swept over him, yet he remained still, as if rooted to the earth. When Needle’s wide-eyed question reached his ears, he did not turn immediately. Instead, he let a moment pass, his thoughts churning like the slow current before them.
“They are otters,” he said finally, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of someone who spoke not just to answer but to be heard. “River-dwellers, quick and cunning. They are not prey worth chasing—more trouble than gain.”
His gaze shifted to Needle then, and though his expression remained composed, there was a faint flicker of something else, something guarded. He could see her amazement, untempered and genuine. She was young enough to marvel at such things, and for a moment, he envied her for it. Wonder was not something he allowed himself.
“They live as they must,” he continued, the tone of his voice lowering slightly. “Not strong, not particularly dangerous, yet they endure.”
For a moment, he considered saying more, but instead, he turned his focus back to the water, his expression hardening once again. Needle, he was sure, had had enough of his lessons for the next season.
There was no place for softness in him—not anymore. And yet, watching Needle’s curiosity, he wondered if he might have once been like her. If he could have ever been something other than what he was now.
RE: a raft of otters - Needle - November 20, 2024
Otters.
It was a shame Stark thought they weren’t worth hunting. She trusted his opinion implicitly, yet this did not stifle the rush of her thoughts as she still wondered what it would be like to capture one of those slick-looking beasts between her teeth and drag them from the water. Would they squirm like earthworms or flop like fish? How strong were they? Could they run as fast as they swam? Needle was always keen to give chase, but she imagined lunging through the frigid creek would be entirely unpleasant.
When she looked to her guardian, he was brooding once more. He would often fall into these bouts of stoicism. Usually, she just left him to his thoughts, however, this was one of those rare occasions she wasn’t in the mood for a stare-off-into-the-distance contemplative silence.
Otter got your tongue?She flicked him with her tail.
Usually you’d be explaining by now the best way to catch one if I needed to, and how many claws and teeth they have, and if I have to worry about their family coming after me once I’ve killed one.
RE: a raft of otters - Stark Drakaryn - November 21, 2024
Stark’s lips twitched, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He turned his gaze to Needle, a flicker of amusement lighting the sharp gold of his eye. He watched the creek, the sleek creatures darting in and out of the water with an elegance that almost seemed deliberate. “I can’t imagine needing to explain the intricacies of their revenge plots. But, I'll be sure to let you know if I sense an uprising brewing.” He said through a mouthful of teeth, giving the girl a taunting grin.
Instead of returning to his usual brooding, Stark turned fully toward Needle, his gaze sharp but curious. “But tell me,” he said, an almost playful edge to his tone now, “if I’ve failed to instruct you, what would you do? I won't always be around to guide you.” He sniffed indifferently.
He stepped closer to her then, lowering his voice slightly as though sharing some great secret. “They’d have the advantage, you know. You’d look quite the fool, floundering in the cold while they outpace you with ease. I’d be forced to stand here and watch.”
His smirk deepened as he straightened, clearly enjoying this moment more than he let on. “So, gosling, what’s the verdict? Shall I prepare myself to rescue you when the mighty otters overwhelm you?”