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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 7:45 pm
Did he just offer...?
NO, no... Normally she would wrinkle her nose to the idea, but in this instance, she hadn't. She would question herself as to why when it was convenient. For now, a cub was to be sought out. His flirtatious movements only fueled her own, however.
"Nicely, you say?" She purred, inching closely to the sodden male. "If I wanted cubs, my dearest Galning, I highly doubt I would have to ask nicely." She couldn't hinder the swish of her hips that came with teasing him, "Besides, you can't uninvite me, I'm a volunteer. A different set of rules are in play."
In the time Galning had shaken every drop of water possible, Freyja looked like a half-dried lioness. His fur must've been much thicker than hers, and it piqued a small, cub-like need to touch it when dry.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:46 pm
"Actually, I said very nicely," Galning clarified. "But let's not argue about that."
He liked the purr in her voice, and he had no objections to the way things could be going, except there was the matter of Yolla. Her next breath, which was talking about cubs in fact, reminded him of that. He sighed ruefully and shook his head. He needed to steer the conversation into safer territory.
"No doubt. But you're not getting him for free. I'd trade, maybe, for his weight in mint, diced and dried."
Immediately he regretted naming that particular price. He was supposed to be avoiding mint for the time being, and Freyja had seen him black-out drunk on it in the past. It had been an incredibly stupid price to name. There was also the chance that Yolla was closer than he thought and had heard him. As a cub, that sort of thing would have preyed on Galning's feelings for moons and moons.
"But he's not for sale, no matter how nicely you ask or if you somehow manage to produce that much mint. That one's mine."
Ah, success. Now they were both decidedly damp. It was childish, but Galning was pleased with himself. If he could ever get his s**t together, he might someday make a good dad for Yolla, but by the time he did that there was an excellent chance Yolla would be too old to need a dad.
"Really, Freyja, I've got this. Thanks for the offer though."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:52 am
She couldn't avoid a rather obvious eyeroll that followed what he'd said, "He's a cub, pretty sure he wouldn't like it if Daddy swapped him for some mint." She stretched slightly, a twinge in her hind leg catching her off guard, before she yelled out.
Not yelled out, but... she made it very, very clear that she wasn't going to acknowledge Galning's lack of need for her help. A large intake of air, and she let it out, "YOLLLAAAA~"
She turned back to Galning triumphantly, "Wait, was that right, you didn't want my help? Oops." She made no extra effort to hide her expression, but covered it quite well with an innocent smile that spread cheekily.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 8:29 am
"Probably not," Galning agreed.
Her sudden deep inhalation immediately caught Galning's attention, but he was not sure what to make of it until a moment later when she called out his son's name. At this his tail twitched in annoyance and his ears twitched in amusement. He reacted with amusement.
"I have no idea how you, a deaf lioness, made it into this pride. Presumably the reaver you fought must have been a complete moron with more hair than wit, and more wit than fighting ability."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 8:53 am
She winked, "Or he was so concerned with his butt that he couldn't bring himself to hit me again, or risk losing his tail." She took a few steps back towards home, throwing a glance over her shoulder.
"You don't suppose he went all the way home, do you?" Her concern was cut short, however, and she quickly brushed off the motherly kindness, "Well, it's not my place to ask so.. I guess I'll be leaving you."
Playing passive was torture. Her thoughts had already been way beyond friendly and back, and it burned her blood to just leave Galning unassaulted. Maybe it was the dark fur. Was that her thing, dark fur? A nose wrinkle later said no, not at all. But his appealed to her. And those would be the thoughts coursing through her mind with every tiny, not-wanted step away from him and helping find the cub she wanted to meet... and maybe rescue from Galning's drunken side.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:05 am
Galning conceded the point to Freyja by nodding with his head slightly cocked to one side. He grinned, now firmly in the camp of Amused versus Annoyed.
"He might've done. At any rate, he'll return there by the time it's dark, I expect. Probably sooner if he wants supper."
The sudden shift to hands-off parenting came when Galning realized that he was not behaving very much like most of the Stormborn fathers he'd seen. They tended to be very strict with their sons about training for battle but otherwise left them to their own devices. Maybe he should be more like that. Allow Yolla to get into and out of trouble on his own.
If only his son wasn't so flowery. Well, maybe he could still be toughened up. Galning had not always been the powerful, threatening specimen of violence contained that he was now, after all.
"Don't die in bed," he called to her as he set off in another direction. He would not go hunting for Yolla after all.
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