Otter Mustang (watershed_otter) wrote in devils_tower, @ 2008-06-18 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | nova, otter |
Week Six - Wednesday
Who: Otter & Nova
What: Snowball fight, of course
Where: Outside up at the farm
When: About 1pm, Wednesday
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Incomplete
Nova had not been as chipper as she was known for being ever since Sunday. Otter still didn't know what all had gone on, but whatever it was that went down between her and her brother it couldn't have been pretty. She'd been down and a little mopey for the past few days. Even Muskrat couldn't cheer her up. He tried with a vengeance, but ultimately even the dog had admitted defeat and whimpered at Otter as if he hadn't been trying to cheer her up as well. Otter had finally veered on the side of mostly leaving her to her thoughts and keeping her company silently when he didn't have things that required his attention.
Wednesday, however, brought excitement. At least, the kids were all overjoyed. Snow. It had been going on for hours now and the powder on the ground was settling thickly without any sign of melting away any time soon. Thus far he'd been keeping the kids inside but it was letting up enough and they were impatient enough that he finally caved. A fair bit up ecstatic screaming could be heard in the house as they ran about finding as much clothing as they could to layer on top of what they were already wearing. A couple lucky ones had stolen old snow gear of Otter and his brother's out from under the noses of the others.
Figuring this could be something adequate to distract her, Otter quietly snuck up on Nova. She was knitting, all curled up by herself. He came from behind her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Hey you," he whispered. "I have a mission for you. Very, very important mission. Involves lots of running. And your nose going numb. And lots of laughing. And testing out how your aim is. You think you might be interested?" Otter nudged her cheek with his nose. "C'mon, ya know ya wanna." He was wiggling where he stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet, fully prepared to go outside and end up soaked through from the snow. "I promise to warm you up after," there was a teasing note in his voice.