[DD1] the indignity of an apology
A more conscientious traveller might remember to watch where she plants her hooves, but Caldwell, curious thing, has lapsed momentarily in her awareness.
Alright, perhaps not just momentarily, if the way Noctiluca had been fizzing and flitting about her face says anything about it, but she knows she can hear a new source of water around here somewhere, if she could just locate the-
Squish.
The whisper-quiet music of water tumbling over rock is swallowed by a cacophonous rage so great and terrible that it is fortunate its source is rather small in stature. She knows her error before she ever looks down, remembers far too late the inhabitants of this particular area of the dungeons, suddenly tense all through her topline from the stillness of her ears to the set of her tail. Noctiluca, helpful as ever, fizzes between her ears in a manner distinctly scolding, whispers of not-sound somehow conveying the wisp's disappointment.
The tremulous thud of tiny fists railing against her coronet band is finally what prompts her to drop her head, careful not to move for fearing of crushing anything else in her haste. Sure enough, she counts not one, not two, but seven pixies, in various states of disarray, clustered bravely around her forelegs as one in particular exacts its wrath upon her hoof. The remnants of a particularly spectacular-looking mushroom flare out from beneath it, ruined beyond salvaging.
Those tiny fists are waving, now, beady eyes gleaming with vengeance as yet unleashed.
Noctiluca bumps its there-but-not-there shape against her cheek and sinks down to the pixies' level to make amends, or rather to fizz and float about between the three juveniles for a bit of an entertaining diversion, and Caldwell follows with a sigh. Dropping to one knee and making her first apologies - met with a furious smack to one nostril, ouch - she considers her options. She might have some odds and ends small enough to appease the little creatures... though perhaps it wouldn't be wise to offer up her freshly harvested bundle of mushrooms.
Sensitivity, and all that.
The next step you take feels a bit squishy and is immediately followed by a high- pitched ruckus at hoof level. MIMIMIMI. You have stepped on a mushroom, and a family of pixies is swearing at you for crushing their beautiful gazebo. Oops!
Submitted By quillonaquest
for Level 1 Dungeon Dive
Submitted: 3 weeks ago ・
Last Updated: 3 weeks ago