[PRP] I Stole a Dalek! (Idris Taerdos & Darvos Skaro)

[divena]

"Water you shall have!" Idris decreed, though she was careful to keep her voice soft so as not to hurt his head. She took to the air again, this time going down to the river. After some hunting, she found some large, bowl shaped leaves. After carefully filling one with water, she flew back to Darvos, moving as slowly and carefully as she could so as not to spill anything.  

[Angelique DelaMort]

Davros took a moment to start chewing on one of the more juicy leaves, grateful to how it helped his aching throat.  

[divena]

She settled the water next to him, studied it, then went to get some more. Just in case. This would have been much easier, she decided, if she'd had one of those contraptions humans used.... The idea took hold and with a grin, she changed her course to pop by a human village she knew of. It was a bit out of her way, but not too terribly much. A little bit of creative trading (she left a few of her feathers in exchange for a just that had been left unattended), a quick trip to the river, and she was back at Darvos' side, setting a jug of water down for his consumption.  

[Angelique DelaMort]

Davros blinked at the bucket, considering it for a moment before leaning forward and drinking deep from it. When he had finished he lifted his head and commented, "So you steal from humans as well?" It was almost a joke. A rarity for him to be certain. He must have hit his head harder than he thought.  

[divena]

That... Almost sounded like it could have been a joke! Though, Idris was certain her ears were playing tricks on her. Still, she chose to treat it as one. She gave an exaggerated toss of her short mane and a playfully prim sniff. "I did not steal," she informed him. "I traded for that, fair and square. The humans weren't using it, anyway."  

[Angelique DelaMort]

Davros frowned, found it hurt his head, and stated slowly, "What did you have that the humans would want?"  

[divena]

"I left a few of my feathers behind for it," Idris answered, proudly. She really was rather pleased with her ingenuity. She'd seen humans running around with feathers in their manes, and they weren't using the bucket. She wasn't using the feathers. So it made sense to her.  

[Angelique DelaMort]

Davros wrinkled his nose, "I'm not certain they would consider that a fair trade." However after drinking from the bucket again he decided he didn't much care if they thought it was a fair trade. The water was the sweetest he'd ever tasted.  

[divena]

"There was no one around to yell at me," Idris shrugged, unconcerned. "And it all makes sense. If they don't like the feathers they can always trade them away for something they do like..." She watched him closely, making sure that the water didn't seem to be doing any harm. Maybe she should have tested it before she gave it to him... oops. Ah well, he seemed to be doing alright. "Feeling any better?" she asked, cautiously. She didn't think he was the strong stoic type, but who knew?  

[Angelique DelaMort]

He paused for a second considering his words before replying, "I'd feel better if I had my neckplate back...."  

[divena]

"I bet you would," she grinned. "But would you take off if I gave it back to you?"  

[Angelique DelaMort]

He attempted to stretch his wings and cringed with the effort, "Apparently not at this very moment..."  

[divena]

She hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "Well, alright." He wasn't going anywhere, anyway. With one last glance at him, she made her way over to the cave and shuffled around until she found where the metal contraption landed. She brought it back to him and dropped it at his hooves. She could totally out fly him, even if he did try to escape.  

[Angelique DelaMort]

He narrowed his eyes on his collar, "The whole time, it was right there?"  

[divena]

"Yep," Idris chirped, not trying too hard to hide her smugness. The arrogant stallion clearly thought he was some kind of genius. She loved dealing with the type. They never stopped to consider the simple solutions.