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03-11-2013, 09:24 PM
Blue eyes were keenly focused on the otter across the river, attention rivetted upon the small task given her by the Earth God to the point where she was oblivious to the sounds of another's approach. A contributing factor perhaps was that it was familiar hoofbeats that approached, one she trusted so her subconscious didn't ring an alarm. But the sound of Aaron's voice was more than enough to startle her, have her spinning around in surprise.
At least, attempting to. So quickly did she move that Kimber's hooves lost traction on the soft river bottom. Barely did she have time to let out a soft cry of surprise before she went under with a splash. But only for a moment, for she came back up sputtering and laughing, dripping wet. "Aaron!" her voice was teasingly reprimanding as she turned her gaze toward him. "Don't sneak up on someone like that!" Mischief lit her eyes then, and she reared up, forehooves flashing out and sending double sprays of water flying in his direction. Now she giggled, dropping back down to all fours with another, smaller splash.
Distracted so, she was unaware of the small drama occurring across the water. Her watery fox peered questioningly at the frightened young otter, sitting back on its translucent haunches. It didn't even react to dodge away from the swatting strike delivered by the otter. Its paw merely passed through the fox, dampness clinging to its claws and a small spray of droplets, flung free of the fox's breast, splattered the ground. Then the fox rose, pacing in a wide circle around the otter until it had the otter between itself and the river, and stood still again, waiting.
At least, attempting to. So quickly did she move that Kimber's hooves lost traction on the soft river bottom. Barely did she have time to let out a soft cry of surprise before she went under with a splash. But only for a moment, for she came back up sputtering and laughing, dripping wet. "Aaron!" her voice was teasingly reprimanding as she turned her gaze toward him. "Don't sneak up on someone like that!" Mischief lit her eyes then, and she reared up, forehooves flashing out and sending double sprays of water flying in his direction. Now she giggled, dropping back down to all fours with another, smaller splash.
Distracted so, she was unaware of the small drama occurring across the water. Her watery fox peered questioningly at the frightened young otter, sitting back on its translucent haunches. It didn't even react to dodge away from the swatting strike delivered by the otter. Its paw merely passed through the fox, dampness clinging to its claws and a small spray of droplets, flung free of the fox's breast, splattered the ground. Then the fox rose, pacing in a wide circle around the otter until it had the otter between itself and the river, and stood still again, waiting.
