Summertime Snacking (Sandy Luram and Drat)

[Moontouch Icebrink]

The sun is hot but it is bearable in the shade of the trees where the fruit of the berry patches grow, the sweet juices making a good way to keep your mind off any lingering discomfort. And for a dibbun, it’s all you need to occupy you for a couple hours, plucking berries and filling your face. Of course with white fur it will be hard to hide the fact that you have been gorging when it hits meal time. During the ecstasy of sweet, sticky goodiness the mind of such a little one aren’t thinking ahead to the chiding, chastising looks from their elders. Drat will regret it later when he’s put on the spot, frozen solid and staring with large blue eyes up at his superiors with everyone laughing at him.

But it’s not passing through his head now as he reaches for a plump raspberry, avoiding the thorns with expertise only children have, and plucking it from the thorns and stuffing it in his mouth while already stretching for another. His whiskers wiggle joyously, his fur and paws stained purple and red with the goodness of berries long gone. Once in awhile he’ll pause and look around, the rest of him stock still, ears twitching as if he heard something worrisome. And then he’ll return to his summertime snacking.
~Drat

[Kirah Lovestorm]

Quick and stealthy little Sandy had been tracking the berry eater who had been leaving grubby hand prints all over things. Here she was ready to pounce and scare the bee jezzies out of the fiend. The little kit was merely unsure how to go about with a wooden sword she could probably poke him in the butt alot of good that would do with him being slightly larger than she. Sandy crept closer and closer crawling from the bushes and looking at the white weasel grudging on the delicious looking berries. Though she could try her hand at be scare though she was too cute. She jumped out and ran at him growling so fake. It was more along the lines of a squeak. "Grrrr get away from me berries you pudgy butter cake" she hissed glaring hole into him. She was small and a runt but she had an attitude on her if you could handle all of it.

[Moontouch Icebrink]

Drat knew he had heard something sneaking up on him, but had passed it up to him being paranoid when it seemed like nothing, not acting on his worries. He lets down his guard again, not becoming aware of Sandy’s presence again until she’s jumping out at him. Her fake growl is enough to frighten the timid little dibbun and he squeaks with fear and scrambles away. The little weasel would have sought the cover of the bushes if not for the thorns, so settles for curling up into a trembling ball, whimpering softly and daring to peek out through strands of fur from some body part curled close to his face.

She’s little, like him, but he’s still not sure. Are dibbuns harmless or like the adults, scary and unpredictable with heavy fists? Sure, he hasn’t met anyone like that yet at the fort in the seasons he has been here, but that doesn’t mean they can’t change for the worst. Nobody stays the same for long, everybody leaves or learns to hate you. One of the nursemaids tells him that he’s too cynical for one so young, but Drat is only thinking through experienced. “I’m sorry...I didn’t know they were yours...” he says, voice quavering. Of course he didn’t, because he knows they aren’t hers. But apologizing always seems to make things go better.
~Drat

[Kirah Lovestorm]

Little Sandy watched the bigger weasel back away from her and she tilted her head to the side still somewhat unsure. "Your afraid of little ol' me" she said curiously watching him hide or try to atleast. Sandy looked at him intriqued at her success in scaring and him and was so proud she put her brown hands on her waist. Truely she was an evil little bandit and surely she was spoiled the combination making and evil combination. Sandy was triumphant and was suddenly feeling bad she probably just ruined her chances and winning the chances of befriending the little pudgy cake. She laughed "they are not mine they are the land owners" she said softly through a child mirth laugh. She grinnned "get up I dont bite besides you could probably take me Im younger and way nicer than I appear" she says though she eyes him more curiously.

[Moontouch Icebrink]

Her open acknowledgment that the berries are not hers at least gives him some satisfaction; he knew they weren’t hers, just knew it. Drat peeks out a little bit more as she encourages him out of curled up position, little nose working to take in the air around him and his ears twitching to understand the noises of his surroundings in case danger should be out. Slowly he is coming out of the pose, watching her with large, worried blue eyes. She seems nice enough, despite how she had nearly scared him into a heart attack, or least he’d propose she did, but he’s still not sure and it shows on his face. “Not me...” he admits, referring to being about to take her, though where would he want to take her anyhow?

He walks on all fours towards her, slowly and with steps made of extra caution. He gets close enough and lifts himself onto his little hinds, leaning forward to sniff her fur out of curiosity, drawing back quickly as if being quick to flee. But when she doesn’t seem to retaliate he leans in closer again, this time pressing his nose towards her. “I’m Drat,” he introduces.
~Drat

[Kirah Lovestorm]

Sandy was very close to bursting into giggles the little weasel almost making her grin. She shook out her fur waiting for him to get up like a bump on a log he was seriously no fun at all. She meant it too maybe she could coax him out of his shell. When he came forward like a wild animal she shook her head. Sandy waited for him to finish his sniffing of her though she resisted the urged to slap him. She secretly wondered how that would turn out though she rolled her eyes Sandy was a little firecracker and so evil she reminded her parents of a demon child. "Drat Im Sandy Luram the ferret nice to meet ya" she said with a grin that was as wide as her face and a thump pointing at her chest showing that she was herself. She looked like trouble and not doubt she was and was willing to get Drat in trouble.

[Moontouch Icebrink]

Slapping him might not be the best way to get him to open up, definitely would close all doors of trust that he is trying to creak open to peek out of. But he is unaware of the urge she had to do it, a small smile forming on his muzzle as she introduces herself, giggling at her. She seems fun, though in a ‘lot-of-trouble’ sort of way. Playing with her might be risky, but he doesn’t have many playmates and he does long for companionship. He reaches out to grab for her paw to hold it in a friendship sort of way. “You wanna come play with me, Sandy?” He beams, blue eyes bright and sweet. She can’t possible be dangerous even if she is a troublemaker. Lots of dibbuns are like that.
~Drat

[Kirah Lovestorm]

Sandywatched him curious with dark eyes. She ran a hand through her fur thinking about this and she sighed with surrender. Okay she needed a friend and just needed to get away well perhaps even get to know this little dibbun. She bounded over to him holding out her own hand which clasps his in a fit together way like a lock and key. She looked at this and wiggled her little whiskered nose as she stopped looking into his pretty blue eyes. Her father would kill her she figured but the other lady miss Gertrude would gladly like this result of friendship with the little booger she hung around. She sighed and went forth maybe she could break him into being something more. She stopped "we need some war paint see we gonna be sum indians" she said picking in some mud giving her some black streaks on her face and then she did his. "Now lets go raid a camp" she said grinning showing all her little pointy canines.

[drat]

He blinks his bright blue eyes when she speaks of war paint and being Indians. He watches her ‘paint’ her face with streaks, twitching back with instinctive fear when she reaches for him to do the same. But he relaxes a little and allows her to streak his white face fur with the dark clay. He absently wonders what his nanny is going to think of this, getting his pretty ivory fur all dirty like this. Drat blinks at her and looks around, not sure where they would find a camp.

The little weasel doesn’t mind her taking the lead, not much of a leader himself. He’s more of a tentative follower, when he’s not stuck on being a terrified loner. “What sort of camp?” he asks, looking back at her. “What are we looking for?” He’s never played ‘indians’ before and isn’t quite sure how the game works.
~Drat

(OOC: Sorry it took me so long.)