Arcana (rhiannon) wrote in mashup_drabbles, |
Freyr's daughter was on her knees before a whimsically adorned altar in the middle of the wilds on Xavier's property. At glance, one would assume the redhead was in the midst of worship or meditation but instead was deep in concentration. Her mind was (partially) elsewhere, inhabiting a red squirrel that was currently loping across the barren branches overhead. The squirrel was acting as a lookout of sorts and while Rhiannon wasn't directly controlling the woodland creature she was along for the ride.
Nate was supposed to meet with her today. She'd been vague about the details but it usually didn't take much to convince the mage to engage in conversation with her. He seemed to enjoy her company enough. Of course, there was also a chance he might have an inkling what this chat would entail; it's not like her situation with her biological father had happened in secret. It'd happened at a wedding celebration. Granted, people were on their way out but some folks undoubtedly caught wind of what went down that night and got the gossip mill running a mile a minute.
The squirrel/Rhia spotted a dark figure below and began descending from the treetops. Nimble claws caught on the rough bark-skin of a tree trunk and leaped and landed on the man's shoulder adroitly. It rode there for a few spaces before it scampered back down to the forest floor and streaked to where Rhiannon knelt in the dead leaves and did a half circle around her before climbing up onto her shoulder.
"Thanks," she whispered her furry friend and gave it an acorn which it greedily accepted with tiny paws and an appreciative chitter before jumping back down and disappearing up a tree. She was quiet for a moment longer before speaking to her invited guest. "So, how much do you know?"