She would be a good spy. She'd never actually thought about it, and flushed when the King suggested it for a variety of reasons. She was bad at getting compliments and worse at being pushed up against a man in the dark, a man who was much stronger than her but was nonetheless letting her lead him around. She wondered if, pressed this close together, his lips pressed against her ear, he could decipher the hitch in her breath as anything other than arousal, or the pounding of her heart as anything other than the thrill of the escape.
He was fortunately distracted quickly and easily, because she suspected that if he said that to her again, if he pried his claws into her shameful need for praise and told her how good and helpful she could be to him, he might just wind up with a spy after all. Frankly, if he'd offered before she'd been trapped in his prison for most of a year, she would have said yes in a heartbeat. Shame no one found any value in her when she was free.
The King did, in fact, jump effortlessly up the wall. Ren was glad she couldn't see, her arms straining painfully as she held on for dear life. Then they were on the outside, and she dropped off of him, rubbing her arms and wincing while he let out an ear-shattering whistle that kind of destroyed the whole "quiet, secret" thing.
She looked back at the walls, her heart pounding so hard that it felt like it was in her throat. Now that this was happening, she didn't know if she felt ready. She had known she wouldn't get to say goodbye to Gareth, but wished she could have at least left a note or something. Their last words were going to be fighting, her devastated at his half-day and him not understanding why. He was definitely going to blame himself, unless the King told him that she'd escaped because he'd stolen her for... whatever. Some sort of Kingly quest. She should probably stick around long enough to find out, at the very least.
While she'd been lost in her thoughts and sending frantic, last-minute instructions to the rats, notes to Phoebe to have everyone go to ground in the wake of Ren's disappearance, the King had summoned a...
Cow...
Nothing said 'you live in a magical fuckin' world' like the King having a pet cow that was probably magical, and riding it. While sh ewa still stunned at the realities of "giant cow with a ribbon and a bell," the King yanked her up onto its back by the back of her vest. There was no saddle up here, just a lot of cow that she was far too small to properly straddle. She was basically just doing a split. The King kept his arms locked around her, which was appreciated just as soon as it took off--and take off it did.
Bridget Corey was not one for parties. She was invited to few, mostly by the King, and she rarely ever accepted. His sort of party wasn't necessarily hers, and definitely didn't leave any room for the dignified image of the Royal Librarian. But the fair was different.
For one, the only person from the castle who was ever there was Gareth, and they had a long-standing agreement to never discuss it. They were barely even friends, by Bridget's count--everyone loved Gareth, so he probably had very high standards for friendship--except for this one day of the year. It was partially because they were the only two castle workers there, and partially because she was the only one at the whole entire fair who could ever be counted on to carry him if he got too drunk to walk. And vice-versa, frankly, depending on what form she passed out in. It was a coin's toss every year.
She was lounging on a hay bale, watching Cousin Caroline flirt. Bridget was always a bit envious of the freeness with which the elves--and frankly most of her family--flirted, but she never had a talent for it and didn't have the boldness unless she was drunk. And it took a lot to get her drunk, which was why she was steadily drinking from a gallon jug of apple moonshine. The taste was abhorrent, but she was taking it like medicine.
The fair was starting in earnest now, drums and dancing and fiddles and the thud of boots on the ground. She breathed it in, not quite enough liquid courage in her to dive in yet. It sounded like family, family she rarely got to see with her work keeping her so busy, and there was a crisp taste in the air of fall harvests and the joy of the coming winter.
"C'mon, Auntie Bree, can't be a wallflower all night!" teased Lil Brother Cliff, reaching out to tug at her hand. "Join the dance!"
"You know I need at least two jugs of moonshine before I can dance worth shit, Cliff," Bridget said with a good natured roll of her eyes, letting him pull her to her feet.
"You can chase booze an' pumpkins later, c'mon!" he all but dragged her onto the impromptu dance floor. "Y'gotta be in the first dance!"
Ren was tense and terrified and intermittently whooping with shared delight as the definitely magic bull fairly flied across the countryside. She was making time like she never would have been able to alone. God only knew where the King would land her, and from there, how easy it would be to slip away after something other than her distracted him. For now, the way he held her and laughed into her hair made her heart feel as warm and full as when he suggested she might, in another life, have been a royal spy and not street trash pulled from his shoes.
They arrived all too soon and after far too long doing a full split on top of a very fast moving Bull. The King pulled her off the same way he'd pulled her own, as if she were baggage he'd packed for the ride. Her legs shook, and he was still in a hurry, so the King practically lifted her again, draggin her towards the sight of tents, wagons, and what looked like they might have been wooden cranes of some sort.
Ren had never seen an elven fair before, and had no idea what was happening. The King picked her up to leap into a haystack, and from there, she saw it all. Elven wagons in a great arc, giant tents of treated cloth and leather, what appeared for all the world to be trebuchets. A smell of hot food wafted across the field, fried dough and meat and popped corn kernals and so much yak butter. Her stomach growled audibly, but at least her eyes could feast.
It didn't take long for them to find someone eight feet tall and red in a crowd of bouncing, dancing bodies.
"Is that Gareth?!" she exclaimed, not quite shouting. She would have been upset that the King had dragged her across Aeris on a magical bull just to land her directly where her boss was, if the sight wasn't so bewildering and enchanting. "He's shirtless. And dancing. He dances?!" she demanded, astonished. It was like she was seeing someone else wearing Gareth's skin.
He was fortunately distracted quickly and easily, because she suspected that if he said that to her again, if he pried his claws into her shameful need for praise and told her how good and helpful she could be to him, he might just wind up with a spy after all. Frankly, if he'd offered before she'd been trapped in his prison for most of a year, she would have said yes in a heartbeat. Shame no one found any value in her when she was free.
The King did, in fact, jump effortlessly up the wall. Ren was glad she couldn't see, her arms straining painfully as she held on for dear life. Then they were on the outside, and she dropped off of him, rubbing her arms and wincing while he let out an ear-shattering whistle that kind of destroyed the whole "quiet, secret" thing.
She looked back at the walls, her heart pounding so hard that it felt like it was in her throat. Now that this was happening, she didn't know if she felt ready. She had known she wouldn't get to say goodbye to Gareth, but wished she could have at least left a note or something. Their last words were going to be fighting, her devastated at his half-day and him not understanding why. He was definitely going to blame himself, unless the King told him that she'd escaped because he'd stolen her for... whatever. Some sort of Kingly quest. She should probably stick around long enough to find out, at the very least.
While she'd been lost in her thoughts and sending frantic, last-minute instructions to the rats, notes to Phoebe to have everyone go to ground in the wake of Ren's disappearance, the King had summoned a...
Cow...
Nothing said 'you live in a magical fuckin' world' like the King having a pet cow that was probably magical, and riding it. While sh ewa still stunned at the realities of "giant cow with a ribbon and a bell," the King yanked her up onto its back by the back of her vest. There was no saddle up here, just a lot of cow that she was far too small to properly straddle. She was basically just doing a split. The King kept his arms locked around her, which was appreciated just as soon as it took off--and take off it did.
Bridget Corey was not one for parties. She was invited to few, mostly by the King, and she rarely ever accepted. His sort of party wasn't necessarily hers, and definitely didn't leave any room for the dignified image of the Royal Librarian. But the fair was different.
For one, the only person from the castle who was ever there was Gareth, and they had a long-standing agreement to never discuss it. They were barely even friends, by Bridget's count--everyone loved Gareth, so he probably had very high standards for friendship--except for this one day of the year. It was partially because they were the only two castle workers there, and partially because she was the only one at the whole entire fair who could ever be counted on to carry him if he got too drunk to walk. And vice-versa, frankly, depending on what form she passed out in. It was a coin's toss every year.
She was lounging on a hay bale, watching Cousin Caroline flirt. Bridget was always a bit envious of the freeness with which the elves--and frankly most of her family--flirted, but she never had a talent for it and didn't have the boldness unless she was drunk. And it took a lot to get her drunk, which was why she was steadily drinking from a gallon jug of apple moonshine. The taste was abhorrent, but she was taking it like medicine.
The fair was starting in earnest now, drums and dancing and fiddles and the thud of boots on the ground. She breathed it in, not quite enough liquid courage in her to dive in yet. It sounded like family, family she rarely got to see with her work keeping her so busy, and there was a crisp taste in the air of fall harvests and the joy of the coming winter.
"C'mon, Auntie Bree, can't be a wallflower all night!" teased Lil Brother Cliff, reaching out to tug at her hand. "Join the dance!"
"You know I need at least two jugs of moonshine before I can dance worth shit, Cliff," Bridget said with a good natured roll of her eyes, letting him pull her to her feet.
"You can chase booze an' pumpkins later, c'mon!" he all but dragged her onto the impromptu dance floor. "Y'gotta be in the first dance!"
Ren was tense and terrified and intermittently whooping with shared delight as the definitely magic bull fairly flied across the countryside. She was making time like she never would have been able to alone. God only knew where the King would land her, and from there, how easy it would be to slip away after something other than her distracted him. For now, the way he held her and laughed into her hair made her heart feel as warm and full as when he suggested she might, in another life, have been a royal spy and not street trash pulled from his shoes.
They arrived all too soon and after far too long doing a full split on top of a very fast moving Bull. The King pulled her off the same way he'd pulled her own, as if she were baggage he'd packed for the ride. Her legs shook, and he was still in a hurry, so the King practically lifted her again, draggin her towards the sight of tents, wagons, and what looked like they might have been wooden cranes of some sort.
Ren had never seen an elven fair before, and had no idea what was happening. The King picked her up to leap into a haystack, and from there, she saw it all. Elven wagons in a great arc, giant tents of treated cloth and leather, what appeared for all the world to be trebuchets. A smell of hot food wafted across the field, fried dough and meat and popped corn kernals and so much yak butter. Her stomach growled audibly, but at least her eyes could feast.
It didn't take long for them to find someone eight feet tall and red in a crowd of bouncing, dancing bodies.
"Is that Gareth?!" she exclaimed, not quite shouting. She would have been upset that the King had dragged her across Aeris on a magical bull just to land her directly where her boss was, if the sight wasn't so bewildering and enchanting. "He's shirtless. And dancing. He dances?!" she demanded, astonished. It was like she was seeing someone else wearing Gareth's skin.
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