Mary is (meltingsnow) wrote in repose, @ 2018-01-13 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, mary moreau, patrick gunster |
log: snowmobiling pat/mary
Who: Mary, Patrick
What: snowmobilin and trying to catch a pred hunter
Where: Forest
When: recently!
Warnings: violence but not too bad
There was a snowmobile rental place right where the trees started to inch towards the mansions on the lake. Mary had been over there a few times to check on them, make sure they were using the right trails and cross off the ones that were off limits to a chorus of groans. For the most part, she tried to keep them happy. Recreational sports, hunters, fishers- they all brought money to the forest in their own ways and Mary made it her goal to make it a working ecosystem. But, while she had been there before, she had never actually rented one herself. The only time she had been on a snowmobile was when some other ranger was driving. She preferred horses. Safer, easier to communicate with than a bucket of bolts.
Luckily, no one raised and eyebrow or pointed to the lessons schedule. The way Mary carried herself made people think she could do anything- whether that bit her in the ass later or not. Once Pat arrived and got his ride, she revved her motor at him and grinned, putting on her goggles and racing away through the trail for him to chase. The weather was perfect. Wind chilled her cheeks a rosy red and filled her lungs with energy. The forest had always represented freedom, ever since she was a child, and she knew it was somewhat the same for Pat. Sometimes, the birds chattered about how the forest knew him. How his blood was old and magic strange.
She wasn't perfect at piloting the snowmobile, far from it when they hit some old snow and she skid a bit. So, she slowed down to let him lead, to drive next to him and shout things like "WAHOO!" and "OVER THERE". Eventually, once she was feeling good and fearless, she lead him towards a snowbank. She hadn't practiced this. Not even once. She had just dug a dumb kid out of the bank and he was unharmed so she figured she could do the same. Snow revved her engine and went like she was going to make a jump. The mobile crashed as predicted and she rolled off it, trying to make the fall look as painful as she could.
And, no joke? It hurt like a bitch. Nothing broken, though, just some bruises and scrapes to deal with in the morning. Snow grabbed her leg and let out a scream like a princess in peril. "Pat? Pat I can't move." And then she cursed and whimpered like it was a lot worse than it looked.