[EP] Progress (OTA, Corbie or Curnen)

[st_oneswidow]

It was almost December, but the day was still more than warm enough to spend outdoors. So two girls were out in the sunshine, one fair, one dark, aware and amused with each other’s efforts but not particularly paying attention to each other.

Curnen’s fingers were starting to remember what to do with a guitar, though they were still incapable of being fancy. Sitting on the lawn with Rob’s guitar in her lap, she played anything that came to mind. Her sixth fingers were a bit lost, but it did sound like music at least. It would be some time yet before she could really play again, though that didn’t bother her much. If it meant she was scraping herself back together, becoming a Tufa again, it didn’t matter. And besides, the singing was always the best part. She wasn’t sure why this song, since there was no wind and rain, but in many versions of this same song there were two girls colored rather like the two of them.

There were two sisters came walkin' down the stream
Oh the wind and rain
The one behind pushed the other one in
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

Johnny gave the youngest a gay gold ring
Oh the wind and rain
Didn't give the oldest one anything
Cryin' oh the dreadful wind and rain

Corbie meanwhile was busy setting things on fire again, but this was different fire. Or at least it was for her. She and Regina had been practicing creating fire and putting it out. She set a circle of protection around a small stone, using what she understood of Cabaline theory to keep the spell literally grounded. And then she proceeded to do her best to destroy the shit out of that rock by throwing fireballs at it. It gave her something to aim at, gave her more than one thing to practice at a time. She was getting better at aiming and her ward was holding.

She stopped only to take the ward down and set another one, larger this time, on her knees in the road with a piece of chalk.

Comments

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"I also live to find little ways to be contrary," Corbie assured him, crossing her arms as though this were a serious threat and not a bit of silliness.

It was true, though.

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

"Oooh, a troublemaker. I like it." Coby believed her, through the silliness. He liked that too.

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"Got the kind of face nobody'd suspect," she simpered, making her eyes as big as she could. "Be a waste not to."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

"Careful with those, pretty." Coby put a hand to his heart. "There's only so much a mere man can take."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie dropped the chalk and got to her feet, sauntering forward. Her smile was sweet and impish. "Aw, now what do you think little ol' me could do?"

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

Coby laughed, warm and wicked to go with her grin. "I think... finding out will be a whole lot of fun."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie's eyebrow arched. "Oh do you? Well..." She looked at him as though considering this idea carefully. "It might be, at that."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

"Yeah?" Coby let her look. "Fun enough you might want to play hooky from magic practice? Or should I get comfy, watch you not burn up a rock?"

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"Rock'll be there." Corbie's face was all innocence. "What'd you have in mind?"

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

Using the back of a finger, Coby brushed a loose curl away from Corbie's face. "Oh, I don't know. There's all kinds of ways to get to know somebody. The best ones usually mean in trouble of some kind. I'm sure we could come up with something."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

It was a light brush of a touch, and Corbie leaned into it all the same. "I dunno. Getting into trouble around here with so few people and so little to do..."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

"Oooh, you want something to do," Coby responded, playfully suggestive. "I don't know..."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Curnen didn't try to play, but apparently deciding this was getting ridiculous she started belting out, well, "Chastity Belt" at the top of her lungs--

Oh pray, gentle maiden, let me be your lover,
Condemn me no longer to moan and to weep,
Struck down like a hart I lie wounded and panting
Oh let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep.

Enter your keep, nonny nonny,
Enter your keep, nonny nonny
Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep.

Corbie did not burst into song, but into a fit of giggles. She caught her breath before she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him. Yeah, that was about right. She wasn't good at beating around the bush in any aspect of her life.

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

The giggles had Coby smiling still as they kissed, one hand carded into her curls, the other slipping along her back to hold her close. It wasn't until they were both satisfied the kiss drew to an end that Coby's attention left her at all.

He winked at Corbie, then looked past her to Curnen. "I'm going to remember that, songbird," he called out.

"As for you," his gaze coming back to find those trouble-promising eyes of Corbie's, "My Barbie Dream House awaits."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Curnen only continued singing as obnoxiously as she could about the adventures of the unfortunate woman who was trapped in a chastity belt until her husband came home because the locksmith couldn't get the damn thing off.

Corbie grinned. "Lead on."

Re: for Corbie

[st_rummer]

(continues)