Moonless Night at the Pond

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« continued from A Horse of a Reunion.

  • Location: Pond
  • Participants: Angus, Hactor, Delilah (Stubb Spoof)

(Sometimes Club)

When Angus approaches the tree line, he chooses to linger in the refuge of the brush, but rises to his bipedal posture and cranes to glimpse beyond a particularly thick trunk. The dragon squints; he cannot make out much, in light of the no moonlight, all though he is certainly aware of the pond. "Lilah?" rasps a whisper, sharp and earnest.

Hactor has also followed the lizard silenlty. He has mostly been lingering at the back of the group, keeping watch for any would be assasins. But Angus' wandering away from the group has caught the old tod's attention.

The sounds of aquatic creatures stirring in the waters is all that meets Angus' call. The stars shine with doubled strength, reflecting in the clear, gently rippling waters. Only with considerable strain can the silhouette of a maiden be descried, standing across the pond from them, no more than 50 paces away. (Delilah)

Angus is captured, for a time, by the movement of the water. As he awaits the weasel's reply, the dragon watches the glittery undulations with a detached fascination, tongue absently probing the air. He might have noticed Delilah, had the scent of wet dog not overtaken everything. Turning slowly, the dragon squints, vaguely aware of the arrival of Hactor.

Hactor stops contemplating wether or not to duck behind a tree. But he knows it's usleless. A beast with a cold could smell him a mile off. So, the fox aproaches, but with causion. He knows Agus practically despises his guts, even after getting his son back. "Angus," the fox begins sounding pleasant. "Out enjoying the moonlight?" It sounded like a simple question, but there was an underlying tone of suspicion in Hactor's tone.

Hactor stops contemplating wether or not to duck behind a tree. But he knows it's usleless. A beast with a cold could smell him a mile off. So, the fox aproaches, but with causion. He knows Agus practically despises his guts, even after getting his son back. "Angus," the fox begins sounding pleasant. "Out enjoying the lack of moonlight?" It sounded like a simple question, but there was an underlying tone of suspicion in Hactor's tone.

A scatter of whispers blows across the pond, hushed speech exchanged between Delilah and a figure not yet visible. She stands facing a building that seems to glimmer in undulating waves. It is densely overgrown with vines, apart from the entrance, whose darkness conceals the other party in the weasel's surreptitious conference.