It had been one of those days. You know the ones, the sun is shining, the birds are out, joy and laughter reign triumphant over a positive world. A rare occurrence in troubled times, and Newton had thought to capitalise with a brisk, heartening walk. Maybe she'd come up with a new disguise, maybe she'd just get a bit of sun, maybe someone would kick a box in her direction as she passed...
Wait, what was that last one? A box?
A sprinkling of sparkles and a painful yank on her pointed ear follows as her fairy companion, not being an utter arse not watching where they're going, averts box to the face style catastrophe as she pulls her Scholar's head slightly out of the way. The dejected and offending box in question is given a brief stare of curiosity before the Elezan woman rounds sharply on the perpetrator of this insidious cuboid based calamity.
'Buggering hell, will you watch where you're kicking things? What's the bleeding idea tossing boxes at unassuming passers by?!'
Bodyguard duties concluded, the fairy seems interested in the box itself, floating down for a poke or two at it.
Wait, what was that last one? A box?
A sprinkling of sparkles and a painful yank on her pointed ear follows as her fairy companion, not being an utter arse not watching where they're going, averts box to the face style catastrophe as she pulls her Scholar's head slightly out of the way. The dejected and offending box in question is given a brief stare of curiosity before the Elezan woman rounds sharply on the perpetrator of this insidious cuboid based calamity.
'Buggering hell, will you watch where you're kicking things? What's the bleeding idea tossing boxes at unassuming passers by?!'
Bodyguard duties concluded, the fairy seems interested in the box itself, floating down for a poke or two at it.
