some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold
11-01-2014, 12:00 PM
Watching Acadia struggle with the creature was amusing to say the least. Val was swept over my muffled gales of laughter which she tried valiantly to repress, less she offend her new companion. As Acadia turned for the shore Val darted back in, using her should to try and guide the smaller girl. At long last, on solid ground, she began to think. What on earth had she gotten them into? Looking around, she found a hopeful solution. A discarded branch, fresh and none too large. Fetching it, she said, "If this turtle is any like those I've seen where I'm from, he should bite down on this and keep a grip. Maybe then we can pull apart." Hopefully, anyways. If not, Acadia would have to think of something herself. Valeriya could problem solve well enough, but this was a unique situation all around. She positioned the branch carefully, slowly. If the turtle thrashed about, Val didn't want to poke out the other girl's eye. I'd hardly get thanked for that! she mused. With speed greater than she would have expected, the amphibian clamped down onto her proffered limb with enough 'umph' to rattle her teeth. Val gave a hesitant little tug and sure enough the creature had it's hold. She prayed he would keep it. "Aw'ight," she mumbled around the limb. "'Ull!" Val leaned back on her hind paws, keeping her grip as firm as she dared, less she break the branch in two. |
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