{PRP}Catch that String! {Veltanna x Makimton}

[magnadearel]

faesinger

Of all the things!

Makimton was running down a hallway, chasing his green firelizard who was hovering just out of reach with one of her stolen items in her jaws.

Flashback to 20 minutes ago. String, as she was (mostly) fondly called, had a tendency to gather and hoard things from small baubles and shinnies, to strings of things. She particularly fancied strings of things. String would build a nest from the items she collected.

Every couple of sevendays, Makim would send her off on a silly errand to keep her occupied so he could go through her nest and see if there was anything he could identify and return to its rightful owner.

This time the green had returned early. Seeing him pulling her nest apart she'd shrieked, scratched his hands and snatched a long string of beads from the top and took off.

Flash forward to the current moment. Here he was running down the hall like a shafting fool after his stupid green. "String! Get back here with that...." unintelligible muttering. String!"  

[faesinger]

Veltanna was returning from an successful hunt for flowers and was mentally designing as she walked along. She would have ignored the flit entirely as she rounded the corner but for the shouts coming from behind the little lady. Clearly the flit was in trouble, probably because of the small bauble it was carrying. She pointed at the ceiling where there was a small crevice that might hide the thing. “You could probably go in there and he would run on by little one.” Mayhem would likely ensue. Wonderful.

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[magnadearel]

faesinger

String eyed the human. Was this one going after her treasures too? Though hiding did seem like a good idea. She darted into the crevice and tucked herself down. The string she'd grabbed was heavy and she was happy for a slight rest. String listened to the sounds in the hallway anxiously.

Makimton came panting down the hall way. He didn't see a flapping green figure any more. He hoped she hadn't gone between, he'd probably never see that strand again and couldn't give it back to its owner. The tall young man slowed to a stop as he spotted someone in the hall.

"Hey have you seen a green firelizard carrying a string of beads through her?" He looked around searching for the errant green.