helmet golf (intellect seasonal)

Avantika · 10-08-2021, 07:26 AM

Avantika had traveled away from Auster for a bit. She'd become more and more comfortable with leaving home, and her old anxieties barely plagued her at all. Well, they plagued her at a manageable level, at least. She had to admit, they did still bother her. But she could wear them like a second skin, close and comfortable, and still move onward, and that was enough for her. It was similar to the way she felt about the changes that had taken place in the surroundings over the last week or so, except those were new and less immediately threatening. She did wonder what would happen if she ate one of the oddly-colored animals, and so she'd taken her meals from the pack stores instead of hunting for herself. Which was nothing new, as she'd never been particularly good at hunting anyway. Some part of her brain didn't understand attacking something that didn't fight back and found it viscerally uncomfortable. She could fight large game fine, but there had to be a fight.

She'd reached a hill and climbed it until she got to the plateau. Sticking out the snow were various shiny relics, including a flag that hung limply without a breeze. A cracked helmet sat near her paw, and she picked it up by the chin strap. It was a little heavy but not so much that she couldn't carry it easily. She held it for a moment, staring at the silent flag, and then, on a whim, tossed it toward it.

It landed in the snow a few feet in front of her, about a third of the way to the flag. Avantika walked up to it and then, taking another moment to get ready, chucked it as hard as she could. Her aim was off, and it landed a few yards left of the flag. But it had gone a lot farther than before, whether it was actually closer to the flag or not. A determination found root in her, and she kept going. The next toss hit the helmet against the flagpole with a satisfying clang of the two metal objects.

It had taken her three tosses. She wondered whether anyone else would show up to play. She didn't know whether she wanted anyone to. She was having fun on her own, but she was definitely not opposed to competition.

She wasn't waiting up. She was going to play again. This time, she made up the rule that if the helmet hit any other object that was sticking up out of the snow, like the occasional gun or random scrap of metal, that she would have to go back to the start. She drew a line in the snow with one paw, stepped behind it, and threw the helmet again. It immediately hit the tip of a gun and fell disappointingly to the ground. Avantika stared at it disapprovingly. Really? Already?

She left it there for a moment. She was going to find another helmet in case someone else wanted to join in.

WC: 508

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