"Squeak!"
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If Sebastian knows how they have been bouncing around the Inner Sea, he clearly is not telling any one.
Sebastian wakes the sleeping witch up with a little. It and a squeal.
Sebastian looks back at Aeslyn. 'Yes, that is where we are going. To the Grand Archives. Check your journal, you have notes about this.' Though it is hard to tell, but it seems that her stoat is annoyed.
The stoat just looks at Aeslyn with an incomprehensible expression (well, incomprehensible to anyone who is not a weasel).
Aeslin's weasel companion also yawns in preparation of a lecture... And is pleasantly surprised not to hear one.
Once again the familiar stalks his prey, they two tasty looking fowl. He is blessed with extra intelligence, like all familiars, and is content to wait until the contestants have worn each other down. Ever so cautiously he makes he way closer.... Closer... Until the moment is right.. The cockerel with the broken comb stumbles... Looks to fall... And then, in a flurry of feathers and fur, he strikes! The natives call out, intrigued by the new development. Mtumbwi didn't say anything about a weasel! More bets fly, now for or against Sebastian! Even Aeslin gets in on that, betting for her friend!
Aeslin's weasel watches the raven with hunger in its eyes. Sebastian knows that it will be able to hang on if the bird tries to shake him.
Sebastian again gives Aeslin a subtle warning that she should stay on track... something she was never really very good at doing.
Noticing that his charge was gaining steam on her babble, Sebastian takes a playful nip of Aeslin's posterior...
"Squeek chirrup squeak!" replies Sebastian, emphasizing how she already knows.
"Meep meep! EeeEEe! kree-squea!"
"Squeak squeak squeak! Trillllll-squeak!"
Deep in the bowels of the ship, a weasel/stoat (but because it is not winter here, definitely not an ermine) prowls the hold. So far, he has been vigilant about keeping the hold rodent free, but this has distracted from his true mission of "Target chicken". As the storm rages, the vermin that inevitably reside in the hold scurry about in feat, easily overtaken by the clever carnivore. Not once does he think of his human up on the deck, struggling against the elements.
'If only she had learned Slumber Hex like I told her to.'
Once again bored with the bookwork that he has chosen to be the mentor of, the weasel, Sebastian, sneaks out of Aeslin's handbag to go hunting. He carefully makes his way through the ship, looking for the little places that rodents tend to hide. He is surprised to find that there are all very clean. This puzzles him, as even the stores of grain and other durable foods seem vermin free! Frustrated, he keeps wandering around the store rooms, when he finds several cages with chickens in them. 'This is a most glorious day, indeed!' he thinks, as he begins to stalk his feathery prey. He sneaks in, hiding from the ever-watchful eyes of the avian delicacy, deftly working the catch of a cage. No mere mustelid is he, as he wields an intelligence far outpacing most of his kind. He strikes... suddenly... and grabs a nice fat hen. The room is filled with the squawking of the other birds, but he doesn't care, as he hauls his catch to a place where he can peaceful eat it... Later, Aeslin is surprised to find that her friend seems a bit more... rotund... than normal. He is usually a light eater... and today turns his nose up at his kibble... more so than usual, that is.
The weasel jumps out of Aeslin's handbag, and attaches itself to the yak's ear/ "SKREEEEEE!!" cries out Sebastian, obvious displeasure in Aeslin's attention. It appears that her furry friend has a bit of a jealous streak... and no understanding of his diminutive size.
"CHee chee kree chee!!!" screeches the weasel, obviously displeased with the idea.
Finally having had enough of this, and the romance novel she was reading, Sebastian gives his witch a little warning bite. "Kee Kee Kee!", he says, which is obviously weasel for get yourself under control.
"Squeak! Sebastian seems to take offense at the word 'pet'.
As always, Aeslin is completely oblivious to what is going on in the haberdashery.
But the weasel is currently more worried about the scrolls that he has seen his witch purchase, dreading the indigestion that this method of learning spells will cause him.
Fully understanding what Aeslin is saying, the weasel, Sebastian, takes a nip at the girl's arm. "Ow!" shrieks the Qadiran archeologist, rubbing her arm. "Bad Sebastian!" Sebastian just sits there, with a weaselly grin on his face. 'How am I supposed to make this one ready? She is such a child!'
"SQUEEK!"
absolutely true... "LUUUUuuuuuuuuuuucy! You got some 'splainin' to do!"
"eee! Squee! clik,clik, squeek!"
"squeek, squeek, squeek! Kee kee screee! SQUEEK!"
"SQUEAK!"
From deep within the lady's handbag, a low grumbling can be heard. A slight musky aroma seeps out, and two black, needy eyes peer out, as Aeslin's constant companion and teacher, Sebastian, stares out,mr easy to leap at the dwarf who has invaded his companion's space so rudely.
"Squeek, squeek, SQUEEK?"
"SQUEEK!" |