This choice: It takes a while, but there were only so many places Noah would choose to sulk. • Go Back...Chapter #5Friends shouldn't bar doors between them. by: T Smithy   Faeries primarily lived in or around the Warrens, a section where the forest met with the swamp and enough open space to create a lot of water, vegetation, and open air suitable to give a Fairy Scout enough time to notice any predators and ring the warning bells that let everyone know to get to safety. If one were to head west and over the river, they'd go further into the swamp. A huge variety of water plants, low hanging branches, plenty of food to forage... and also home to frogs, dragonflies, birds, turtles, and plenty of other critters that would happily snap up a fairy for food or fun. Traveling here was dangerous in the best of times, and only a fairy that was extremely confident in her training would spend a lot of time here.
Which of course meant that the third place on Amelia's list to check was one of the shelters that Noah had carved into a tree trunk near a grouping of cattails. In a pinch, a fairy could dive into those cattails and from there into the shelter, where the door could be closed and a bar set in place. The door itself wouldn't hold for very long against a larger or more determined predator, but the beauty of the spot was that it wouldn't need too; a very old, very large catfish made it's home in the nest of cattails, and while he was far too slow to grab a fairy as she darted through the plants, it was pretty easy for him to sneak up on something banging at the door and return the swamp to it's quieter, more peaceful state with a simple slurp.
Amelia waited in a patch of tall grass, watching for signs of nearby predators. Which, honestly, was pretty much anything living in the swamp. Fairies were about six inches tall with thin, hollow bones and not that much muscle outside of the ones in their back that facilitated flight. While a fairy might fend off a predator if they had a weapon, weapons tended to be heavy, and a fairy could only fly with one after months if not even a year of training. Amelia had nothing to prevent the various birds and frogs and bugs in the swamp from claiming her healthy proportions of meat besides he brains and her wings, and she intended to use as much of the first to avoid trouble before she had to rely on the second.
Crouching in the grass, straining her eyes and her ears, Amelia began counting out the various predators she would have to avoid. A dragonfly flitting around some flowers to the south would make it hard for her to fly anyway near that side of the pond, but she knew an owl lived on the east side and there was no way to know if it was awake or not. She saw the telltale ripples on the water that indicated there were more than a few fish that would happily leap into the air to snag a meal; it was unclear exactly how big they were, but certainly big enough to gulp down all of her quivering, jiggling meat before she would have time to drown. Clearly she wouldn't get far just skimming the water to avoid the owl or the dragon fly.
While plotting her angle of approach, Amelia never noticed that she was ever so slightly shaking her ass. She hadn't quite broken her old teasing habits, and had any Fairies or Pixies been around they likely would have interpreted her jiggles as an invitation to rip off her panties and enjoy her. But unfortunately, there weren't any Fairies or Pixies around at all...
Amelia heard the intruder coming up from behind her, slowly moving through blades of grass in a manner most inconsistent with the wind. If it was moving through the grass, it wasn't big enough to just jump through and grab her. It would probably be a mouse or a frog, perhaps even a small snake. It's intentions were certainly to grab her from behind, abuse her body to slake it's lust, and then once they had spent themselves fucking her raw, to tear into her flesh and then digest her.
Well, that just wouldn't do. She had places to be today besides the belly of some swamp critter.
In one fluid motion Amelia tightened every muscle in her body, bending down into a ball. Then she forced those muscles to explode into action, launching her in the air as she simultaneously twisted around to see what was chasing her. A large green frog had leapt to where she was just sitting, narrowly missing his chance to grab her when she had coiled up. With a croak of frustration, the frog threw his head back before shooting out it's long and sticky tongue. it was clearly an experienced hunter, because against a target that couldn't move in the air, his tongue surely would have stuck to her and then reeled her in for a pounding followed by a slurping.
But Amelia was a fairy, and there wasn't a fairy who managed to live for three years who couldn't avoid a frog's tongue while in the air. She expertly twisted out of it's path, her bosom jiggling and heaving as her acrobatics ensured her safety. Now that she was out over the water, she'd need to fly past the smaller fish before reaching the shelter; it would take too long to get the altitude needed for another approach.
She avoided the first fish by listing lazily to the left; diverting too much momentum into dodging would make her trajectory predictable. The second fish leaped towards her far too early, it was clear he'd never actually caught a fairy before. The third came in from behind, hoping to prove faster than her and catch her form her blindspot, but he veered away when he saw that she was flying towards the cattails. No fairy was worth getting eaten by that monster of a catfish, not when there was plenty of frogs and other smaller predators spending more time watching the fairy than their surroundings. Grab what food made itself available and don't sweat about the food that didn't; there'd always be another time.
Her heart hammered in her chest and her hands were shaking, but outwardly Amelia looked as though this was just another day in her life. She'd even managed to calm her breathing by the time she got to the door of the shelter. With a quick second to compose her self, she pushed against the door. It didn't budge, which meant the bar was up, which further meant that Noah was definitely inside of it. "Noah, it's Amelia, open the door." Silence greeted her. She waited for a second or two and then called back out. "Noah, it's Amelia. Please let me inside." This time, instead of silence, she heard the sound of rippling water. That catfish was slowly making it's way over here. If she didn't get inside soon...
Panic had crept back into the fairy, but she managed not to show it. Instead, she knocked on the door and called out again, hoping her friend wasn't asleep and unable to hear her."Noah, the catfish has spotted me. You're going to need to open this door soon if you plan on letting me in at all." She heard plenty of sounds this time; her heartbeat and picked up the pace, the rustling of cattails joined the rippling of water, and the buzzing wings of a larger insect as the dragonfly had arrived to see whether or not it could catch a fleeing fairy. This was closely becoming a crisis for her. If she left now, she'd probably get eaten by the dragonfly but she might live. If she stayed her and the door didn't open, she'd be catfish chow. If she left and Noah opened the door, she'd get eaten by the dragon fly and Noah would get eaten by the catfish. The only way for everyone to be safe relied on Noah opening the door now, which was entirely out of control.
Amelia didn't like not being in control, but that was a side effect of hanging out with Noah.
Seconds stretched on for what felt like hours. If she didn't decide something now, she'd end up as nothing more than protein for a fish...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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