02-25-2020, 09:57 AM
My lanky tail flicks back and forth, brushing against the scrubby grass known only to Loess. The sound is chafing against my delicately rounded ears. Scraping and gnawing, but I just can’t get myself to knock it off, or rather, can’t get that pesky tail of mine to knock it off. He has a mind of his own, I tell you. But then again, it ain’t no well-kept secret between us that I love a good dose of drawn-out torture.
“Oh?” I ask, giving my head a full shift in tilt to the opposite direction now. So she wanted the monsters after all. Could it be that Kildare she was thinking of a few moments ago? Or the royal lizard himself that she was searching for. Perhaps another friendly neighborhood monster that I wasn’t aware of? They seemed to run aplenty here now, and if it were possible I’d feel a skosh of homesickness. But that’s beyond my realm of possibilities. I ain’t got time for that anyway.
“How perceptive of you to recognize me in my new catty disguise, Dorothy. Was it my lovely, dulcet voice that gave it all away?” I ask, fluttering my lashes flirtatiously and exaggeratedly for some extra, extra flare. I like to really bring the point home like that sometimes.
When she laughs, I do too. I may not get it exactly or maybe its a joke that I don’t understand, but I’ll be woe to miss an opportunity to giggle about something. “Misery?” My laugh tapers off to until it fades away altogether, ending in an impish sneer, “I don’t know her. Do you, Dorothy?”
If they didn’t know about me yet, they soon would.
@[Mary]
“Oh?” I ask, giving my head a full shift in tilt to the opposite direction now. So she wanted the monsters after all. Could it be that Kildare she was thinking of a few moments ago? Or the royal lizard himself that she was searching for. Perhaps another friendly neighborhood monster that I wasn’t aware of? They seemed to run aplenty here now, and if it were possible I’d feel a skosh of homesickness. But that’s beyond my realm of possibilities. I ain’t got time for that anyway.
“How perceptive of you to recognize me in my new catty disguise, Dorothy. Was it my lovely, dulcet voice that gave it all away?” I ask, fluttering my lashes flirtatiously and exaggeratedly for some extra, extra flare. I like to really bring the point home like that sometimes.
When she laughs, I do too. I may not get it exactly or maybe its a joke that I don’t understand, but I’ll be woe to miss an opportunity to giggle about something. “Misery?” My laugh tapers off to until it fades away altogether, ending in an impish sneer, “I don’t know her. Do you, Dorothy?”
If they didn’t know about me yet, they soon would.
@[Mary]