Rorgan Adopts a daughter! :D
Camp Willow Residential Clearing! With Callie, Rorgan, Chud, and an otter kit spoof by Lenore!v
The day at Camp Willow is rather peaceful, and most beasts are going about their day happily. One of said beasts is a certain black otter named Rorgan, who is walking along through the residential area, looking at the different homes as certain ideas go through his head.
Callie's been enjoying the quiet, though it has been a little lonely. She's sitting in the dirt leaning against Hale's house, playing with her little wooden doll. She's tied a short piece of grass to it's tail but it keeps coming undone. It falls off again and the little otter kit growls unhappily. She leans back against the house and sees Rorgan. "Oh! Hi hi hi!" She chirps, smiling, the grass "jewelry" for her doll forgotten.
Rorgan's ear flicks, and he looks around, breaking into a smile when he sights Callie. "Oh, hullo there Callie!" He exclaims, changing his route to walk towards the small otter. "How's a lovely lass like you doin' t'day?"
Callie scrambles up, clutching the doll in one small fist. "I'm good! I was folowin' Mz. Hale 'round but then she said I wasn't 'llowed t' go t' th' edge of camp with'er when she was on guard duty and she wouldn't tell me what guard duty was, but she made me leave anyway and then I went t' go an' play with th' other kits but Josie stole my doll and I got inta trouble f'r tryin' t' get it back but it was mine anyways." Callie scowls. "But then I went an' came here an' then you came along! How are you?" She bounces a little. "C'n I get a hug?"
Rorgan chuckles, sitting on the ground in front of Callie and holding his arms out to the adorable little otter. "Well I'm sorry Josie stoll yer doll, but mayhaps I c'n make a new one! I'm not too good wid wood, but I had t' make me bow somehow didn't I?" He gives a grin and a playful wink.
Callie bounce over to Rorgan's open arms and hugs him, sitting in his lap. "I got this old doll still," "She waves the doll, clutched still in her paw, "but I did like my new one. But I betcha you're the best with anythin', 'specially if ya made your own bow! You made yer own bow? C'n I see it?" Callie's a little energetic today. Her thoughts skip around and often she's speaking before she even knows it!
Rorgan laughs at the energetic Callie, the dibbun reminding him of himself. Reaching back, he grips the end of his jet black bow and pulls it out of its sheath, running a gentle paw over the carvings set into its smooth surface. "I wouldn't say I'm the best wid anythin', but I c'n do some things," He replies.
Callie pretends to slap his paw, acting as if she's in charge suddenly. "No, Mista Rorgan, you gotta be honest 'bout yer talents! Oooo..." She breathes, having seen the designs along the bow. "You /made/ that?" She asks, eyes wide.
Rorgan nods, grinning. "With my own dagger, aye. Took me a good while, but it came out alright." He pretends to pull his paw away as though the pretend slap on his paw had hurt. "An' that hurt! You need t' be careful wid yer own strength!"
"So pretty!" Callie chirps, awed. "/I/ can't do that..." She giggles, slipping her doll into her tunic pocket and then holding up her fists and snarling, though she's far from scary. "Rawr, I'm a verra strong and frightnen' ottah!" She growls.
Rorgan laughs at this little display. "Oh please don't hurt me miss! I'm just a simple defenseless otter!!" He laughs again, picking Callie up off his lap and holding her in the air. "Stay away from me afore you hurt me!" He exclaims in mock fear.
Callie squeaks as she's picked up. She waves all her paws in the air, growling. "Imma eat you all up, Mista Rorgan! I'm a Callie, there's no escapin'!" She growls some more before she stops suddenly and wrinkles her nose. "Hey, yer a Rorgan. Yer not defenseless!" She seems a bit indignant.
Rorgan tilts his head curiously. "An' why am I not defenseless, oh fearless Callie?" He asks smoothly, grinning from ear to ear.
A minute, chubby little brown otter Dibbun comes tottling up from seemingly nowhere, smiles cheekily up at the older otters, and says simply, "Hi."
Chud yawns and wakes up in his hammock, stretching and scratching the back of his neck.
"Cuz! I jus' told ya! Yer a Rorgan, Mista Rorgan!" Callie scolds with her dibbun logic. "All Rorgan's are feirce, brave ottahs! Like Callies! Rawr!" She squeaks loudly at the other kit's greeting, startled, and tries to curl up, but she's still dangling from Rorgan's paws, so it's kinda hard to hide. She doesn't see Chud yet.
Rorgan chuckles, bringing Callie closer so that he is now hugging the dibbun again. "Well hullo there liddle mate!" He says happily in greeting.
The Dibbun wrinkles her little nose at Callie, then chirrups at the Rorgan, saying, "Whorra you name? I a Wose." Rose the kit also has not seen Chud, and so ignores him for now.
Chud rolls over off the hammock with a loud THUD! and curses quietly, rubbing his thumped snout. "Really...REALLY?" he mutters.
Callie curls up against Rorgan as he hugs her, looking over his arm at the other dibbun. She answers the question for him. "He's a Mista Rorgan an' Imma Callie!" She ducks her head with another squeak as she's frightened again, this time by Chud. She whispers to Rorgan. "Maybe now's th' time t' use yer Rorgan powahs, Mista Rorgan." She's a little too freaked out to see what the noise was, so she keeps her head down.
Rorgan is simply too entertained by Callie's antics to do a whole lot, much less activate his 'Rorgan powers' and save the day. "Don't worry Callie, nobeast here is goin' t' hurt you. Just be friendly an' I'm sure they won't bite." His brawny arms hold Callie rather gently, careful not to squeeze her to hard in the process.
Rose squeaks and hides behind the Rorgan, peeking round him. She giggles when she realizes that it was just another otter. "Hi!" she waves to the Chud, her mud coloured fur glistening in the dappled sunlight.
Chud waves back, grinning, as he takes a small book out of his pocket and begins to write in it quickly.
"You /sure/?" Callie whispers suspiciously, raising her head slowly. Suddenly, a thought occurs to her, and she jerks upright, leaning away from Rorgan so she can see his face. "Didn't ya say I could ask anyone ta be my daddy cuz I didn't have one?"
Rorgan looks quite surprised at the sudden question, but he nods. "Well...I s'pose, an' if they want t' be, well..." He chuckles. "You've got yerself a pa!"
Callie squints hard at Rorgan for a second. Her voice is hesitant when she asks, "Would /you/ be my daddy? Cuz I don't have a daddy..."
Rorgan looks very taken aback. "M-Me?" He stammers. "Why would you want me as yer pa?" He asks, though technically he hadn't said no...
Callie seems a little let down. "Well, ya know." She flops back against him with a huff. "Cuz I like you. But I guess it doesn't matter." She mutters.
Rorgan hesitates, then breaks into a warm smile, hugging Callie again. "Of course I would be yer pa, Callie." He says finally, feeling quite the warm feeling in his chest as he says so.
"Really?" Callie's surprised, to be honest! "Yay!" But super excited! She hugs him back and grins, all fuzzy inside and energetic again! "Does that mean I can call you papa now an everythin'?"
Rorgan laughs patting Callie's head gently. "That it does m'dear. You can call me wotever you want t' call me I s'pose!"
Alrght, maybe she's not so energetic. Just really happy. She yawns, completely spent from fooling around all day and being freaked out more than once. She falls asleep kinda quickly, still leaning against Rorgan.
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