|Bill Potts (yeahbutwhy) wrote in goddessland,|
@ 2017-09-16 22:28:00
|Entry tags:||character: bill potts, character: godric dayne, character: trystan dayne|
Who: Bill & The Brothers Dayne
Where: The Farms
When: September 16th. 2017, Late morning
Warning: Language at the very least
Waking up in a strange place definitely wasn't new to her in the past... Ten years or so.
Had that time really counted? What was new was the egg and the tablet - well, that and the feel of the place. It was like she had lost that new sense of time she'd gained, couldn't feel the expanse of the universe anymore. Maybe that was good. It was so overwhelming. She stood then focused and her hands started to drip, the puddled liquid just recombining with her at her feet. So she wasn't human again. Heather hadn't changed her and abandoned her...
She settled on the edge of the bed (her bed?) and picked up the tablet, sparing the egg-like thing a glance but not feeling overly concerned about it. The tablet was familiar - not something overly futuristic so she could manage with it. But the... Pod-egg was shifting after a few moments. Bill raised an eyebrow as she stepped back and watched, prepared to do what she knew how to do best - run. When the grey, young griffon emerged and shook out his fur and feathers, Bill could only be very intrigued.
"Alright?" she asked it - him - as the bond pressed on her. For a moment, her mind resisted but the goddess's influence was stronger than even Bill's resistance. Familiarity and comfort washed over her. She wanted to be unnerved. She hadn't ever felt like that except when with the Doctor.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she wanted to break down with the grief she'd been trying to quash with hope instead. Hey. I'm Hippocrates, said a voice in her head which she recognized to be young but male but also weirdly familiar in tone. She looked at the griffon. It's okay to cry, he bumped her chin with his head and then settled down, crossing his scaled forearms. Hippocrates. One of the most famous ancient Greek doctors. Of course. I'm hungry.
Bill huffed a breath, wiping at her eyes, "You would be. Guess we should find you something to--" She didn't get to finish before there was a bowl with raw meat. Hippocrates fluffed and hopped off the bed to start chowing down. Bill snorted and scooped him up into her arms, "On my shoulder." While he got situated, she picked up the bowl and held it close to him. "You can eat while we walk."
You're brilliant, she could almost feel the smile that a beak couldn't allow for.
"I know," she smirked and headed out of the house and into the village. It was late enough that she had missed the others but she could see some foot traffic and decided to go the opposite direction. By the time they reached the farms and gardens, Hippocrates' bowl was much closer to empty. They had talked along the way but he couldn't really tell her much about the whole situation. "Looks like we're gonna have to learn how to farm," Bill frowned as she mused aloud.
Hippocrates hopped off her shoulder and onto a fence to walk along with her. Look! Walking meat!
She frowned, "Don't harass the local animals, yeah? It's rude." The griffon fluffed his fur and feathers, making a grumpy noise. "Don't give me that. You liked what you got."