The feathers are too heavy for real ones. Did they taste like feathers, or gold, or something else? Frisk wasn't paying enough attention when they swallowed them down.
Claws scraping through the dirt uneasily, they start moving. Towards the walls of the Castle, and now she can fit inside without breaking things, without needing their eyes to look for enemies. Maybe that's gonna be nice. They just need to get through the gardens to get there--they'll try to be careful not to strike her against anything, careful to stay as in the shadows as they can even with her messing up their gait. Don't let anyone else see her, don't let anyone else hurt her.
(They don't know they're not the only person who'd want to take those feathers, they're just going to keep her safe anyway.)
'I...named a bird, once,' they tell her inanely.
...Some kind of dove, or pigeon, they don't know the difference. They haven't seen that bird for a while. Frisk can only hope Gretel didn't get eaten during the mess last night.
Birds, feathers. Maybe they can find something to do with that? Except that's a pointless bit of being unfair, naming her after things that hurt her too.
Gretel, magic, fairy tales, Frisk. Frisk-the-wolf, that wanted to eat.
'Red Riding Hood--Red. Just Red? It's from a story--and Red's a nice color...I think.' She's not red, they are, they're supposed to be. Maybe not, it's probably a stupid name for her...
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Date: 2018-01-11 10:03 pm (UTC)Claws scraping through the dirt uneasily, they start moving. Towards the walls of the Castle, and now she can fit inside without breaking things, without needing their eyes to look for enemies. Maybe that's gonna be nice. They just need to get through the gardens to get there--they'll try to be careful not to strike her against anything, careful to stay as in the shadows as they can even with her messing up their gait. Don't let anyone else see her, don't let anyone else hurt her.
(They don't know they're not the only person who'd want to take those feathers, they're just going to keep her safe anyway.)
'I...named a bird, once,' they tell her inanely.
...Some kind of dove, or pigeon, they don't know the difference. They haven't seen that bird for a while. Frisk can only hope Gretel didn't get eaten during the mess last night.
Birds, feathers. Maybe they can find something to do with that? Except that's a pointless bit of being unfair, naming her after things that hurt her too.
Gretel, magic, fairy tales, Frisk. Frisk-the-wolf, that wanted to eat.
'Red Riding Hood--Red. Just Red? It's from a story--and Red's a nice color...I think.' She's not red, they are, they're supposed to be. Maybe not, it's probably a stupid name for her...