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glowfic2015-06-25 11:05 am
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Small Lurker in Milliways
Here is a kobold.
To people familiar with the species, it's obviously a young one, not quite three feet tall to the adults' three and a half foot average. Its fur is blueish-grey and relatively dull, a sign that it hasn't been eating properly recently, though it's not thin. It's wearing a simple animal-skin skirt and carrying a stick, not quite long enough to serve as a walking stick, but useful for shielding itself from the worst of the undergrowth at least.
It is moving through the forest at speed, not following any path, and then suddenly it is elsewhere. After a few minutes, it notices the difference in the light; after a few more, it notices that the trees are subtly wrong - wrong species, wrong growth patterns, wrong in subtler ways that defy describing, but that tell the kobold that it is not in the forest where it grew up.
After even more minutes, it stops, having come to a clearing. There is a building, which, despite not being alarmingly large, cannot be traveled around.
The kobold does not have permission to enter the building.
The kobold cannot go back to where it was.
The kobold sits, and waits.
To people familiar with the species, it's obviously a young one, not quite three feet tall to the adults' three and a half foot average. Its fur is blueish-grey and relatively dull, a sign that it hasn't been eating properly recently, though it's not thin. It's wearing a simple animal-skin skirt and carrying a stick, not quite long enough to serve as a walking stick, but useful for shielding itself from the worst of the undergrowth at least.
It is moving through the forest at speed, not following any path, and then suddenly it is elsewhere. After a few minutes, it notices the difference in the light; after a few more, it notices that the trees are subtly wrong - wrong species, wrong growth patterns, wrong in subtler ways that defy describing, but that tell the kobold that it is not in the forest where it grew up.
After even more minutes, it stops, having come to a clearing. There is a building, which, despite not being alarmingly large, cannot be traveled around.
The kobold does not have permission to enter the building.
The kobold cannot go back to where it was.
The kobold sits, and waits.

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Despite its odd composition, the candy bone can be eaten the same way a real one would be. She's obviously familiar with this procedure, and manages to do it rather neatly despite the slight awkwardness of standing with no table handy.
The signs that the kobold enjoys the candy are subtle, but definitely present.
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Ze is, however, holding still.
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A little while, at least.
The kobold has had a long day, and the adrenaline is finally starting to wear off. She yawns. (My goodness that is quite a lot of teeth.)
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The kobold heads outside, takes stock of the area, and starts poking around the base of the building.
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A few moments later, she disappears into a bush.
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The kobold's face appears, and she squints up at Tyche.
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She emerges from the bush and falls in beside Tyche.
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Ze then walks her up to her room, stopping outside its door. "Put your hand here, and it will open," ze says.
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The door opens to reveal a small cave, with the air inside cool and moist and smelling faintly of smoke and leather and kobolds. The walls are lined with striped flowstone deposits, and a formation of stalagmites hides a nest of leather and cloth blankets. A shallow basket by the door holds three more candy bones.
The kobold goes slightly wide-eyed at this, in wonder, and looks curiously up at Tyche.
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She burrows under two heavy leather blankets, the rest of the nest providing padding and insulation from the cool rock below, makes a small noise of contentment, and falls asleep immediately, utterly relaxed.
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Ze will be sitting at the Bar when the kobold wakes up.
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