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[EP] Progress (OTA, Corbie or Curnen)
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.
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.
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"Rock'll be there." Corbie's face was all innocence. "What'd you have in mind?"
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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.
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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."
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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."
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