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 Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 12:12 am
It was always easier to hang out of a window and threaten to fly up to the top of the tower when it wasn't raining. And it wasn't often raining, so this was a common occurrence for him and his clanmates. This night, however, he saw none of them hovering around the tower. And as he hung off the windowsill edge, he could tell exactly why. He ducked yet another falling ball of fluff as it rained foxfires from the sky. It was a light smattering, just one or two, but enough to keep him and his clanmates grounded. That didn't stop him from hanging out of the window by one arm, whining pitifully as he mourned the temporary loss.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:01 am
"Foxfire rain," a voice behind Robert muttered. "About... let's see."
Placing her notebook down on the ledge, the death priestess stuck her head out of the window and peered downwards, observing as the fluffy minipets landed on the ground and bounced around.
"0.3 foxfires. Mmm. Distribution.." Squinting, Reine leaned even further out of the window, pointing at each foxfire in turn as she tried to identify them. "Candycane, chocolate, candycane, candy apple.. wait. Is that..?"
Without a second thought, she craned forwards to try to get a better view.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:44 am
Someone was here to record the sad event, which made Robert stop whining for at least a good few seconds. It was a distraction, as were the listing of different types of foxfires, but it wasn't enough to keep him completely occupied. "That's not the important part." He pointed out unhelpfully. "Find out when it's going to stop! I need it to stop, or else I will die here. I will die." He would not die. When she craned to see something, curiosity captured his attention as well. He leaned forward almost all the way, until he was almost horizontal out of the window. "Is that what? What? What do you - ow! Stupid foxfires."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 3:28 am
Nope. Just another common firefox. Reine growled, annoyed - this could have been a significant discovery of some kind. Foxfire rains were a good time to conduct more priestessly rituals, and particularly if the foxfires were rare ones. Either way, it was worth documenting all occurrences.
It took a couple of seconds to register that the other horseman was speaking to her, during which she gingerly shimmied back across the ledge to safety and picked her notebook back up again.
"It'll stop when it stops," she replied offhandedly, carefully jotting down her notes. With a sharp click, the pencil retracted, and she looked up at the tall war horseman for the first time.
"Statistically, the lighter the rain, the longer it lasts. But why are you dying?" There was a strange sparkle in her eye as she leaned in closer, observing him. "Tell me more about the dying."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 3:35 am
Oh, he was all too happy to tell her all about how he was dying. He crawled back in the window after her and flopped down on the ground with great exaggeration, moaning as his wings flapped feebly behind him. "I want to go out and fly, I want to do this right now, but flying in a foxfire rain is just asking for wing injury. They bite, you know. They love ripping feathers out on the way down. And it's not fair!" He sat up, clearly not really dying, and gave her a very serious look. "How long is an average for this kind of rain, do you think?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 10:34 pm
Reine's hand hovered over her notebook, her train of thought momentarily derailed as she frowned at Robert.
"Can't you just fly indoors or something?" What trivial problems! She felt compelled to find a solution, nonetheless; not because she cared, obviously, but because issues right in front of you had to be fixed.
"Or just take a stick with you and smack them away when you see them."
No, no, there had to be an easier way, something more elegant. Reine paged through her notes distractedly, her brain still cycling through ideas.
"I'd say, based on previous weather patterns, that it's likely to rain for the rest of the day...." she trailed off, gazing into the distance, then gasped suddenly.
"I've got it! Foxfires hate cabbages. Can't stand them. I bet if you just, like, bathe in cabbage juice or something, that'll keep them away from you. And then you can fly all you want."
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