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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:23 am
The tiny claws skittered across the permeable surface as though driven with purpose. Sasha coyly turned her head this way and that, at times upside down as she inspected a large pumpkin. It was the ceremonious decision of the Fall season, a ritual her father had entrusted to her specifically to contribute to their large family tie. He had deemed her worthy to, of all things, make the monumental decision...of choosing the pumpkin! The girl leapt from gourd to gourd, inspecting them in a whirl of scale and feather, moving at constant until she perched atop one of the rungs of the fence bordering the area. A sigh of exhilarated confinement escaped her, and she couldn't help but question the air, "How am I to be knowing vat pumpkin ees perfect one? If only to tell me they could!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:42 am
Gus pushed his glasses back up his hooked nose as he peered down the long rows of pumpkins. There were just so many, each in different shades of orange and even some white ones at the far end of the patch. Every pumpkin was a slightly different shape, felt different to the boy’s fingers and had something that appealed to him. Of course Gus couldn’t just pick a pumpkin based on intuition or personal feelings about them. The mermaid dragon hybrid had done his research, you needed different types of pumpkins for different things and so he had to look closer at them and imagine what they would be like once they were used. Still, as much as this required focus Gus was still having plenty of fun.
He traipsed up and down the long rows and let his fingers and tail fins trail along the hard flesh of the gourds. This was a unique experience and one the boy was quite enjoying. He paused and looked up at the sound of a question being posed. Gus loved answering questions! His dark eyes were lit with glee as he spotted the girl, he thought it was a girl anyways, who perched upon the fence. It could only have been her that had asked. “ They don’t talk, but I know how to pick perfect ones,” he informed her.
Rex trailed behind Gus, lips quirked in a little half smile. It seemed that the boy had gotten distracted from his task already. The detective figured it couldn't cause any harm though and it wasn't as if they were on a schedule. Besides, this trip had been more for Gus and his desire to celebrate Halloween than any real feelings he himself had on the holiday.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 6:53 am
The voice caused Sasha to turn, eyes quickly darting about the place until fixating on the boy. Such an odd boy at that! The tiny claws dragged slowly across the wooden grain of the fence as she inclined her head and looked upon him with great scrutiny. A minute passed and she was still unsure, but ventured to see what exactly he was about, and if he really could help her.
"I-yam Sasha. How are joo to be knowing vat ees perfect pumpkin?" As she spoke, the serpentine body wriggled as she began moving closer, employing the rungs of the fence to speed her progress towards him immensely until she was perched right beside him. Sharp teeth glittered as her taut lips drew into a smile and she narrowed her eyes at him, ever fascinated by his oddity.
"Well?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:43 pm
I"m Gus and I read how, you knock on them and look at the colour and the shape and the ridges and stuff," the merdragon explained, the words coming out in a huge rush. He stared back at her, not afraid but a little unsure of why she was looking so closely at him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:22 pm
Coming to one conclusion or another about him she backed off slightly. Turning swiftly she swept her gaze over the pumpkin patch and spotted one. It was large, its dark orange rind gleaning in the ruddy autumn afternoon. Sasha released her hold on the fence and sped towards it, trying to lift it with little success. Regardless, she hovered over it and waved at the boy, beckoning him near. "GOOS! I-yam liking zis one, vat are joo theenking of eet? Verry verry beeg, yes?"
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