Short story for @aryanotstark
Of her characters Arya and Bay
On cold days Arya had no problem.
Ice, snow, bitter winds, none of it bothered her much.
Mostly.
Bay knew this and yet even that wasn’t a proper explanation.
“How aren’t you dead?” She balked, as the gargantuan fluffy mutt stood in her doorway, wearing naught but a tank and thin khaki cargos.
Arya cocked her head to the side laying down a pointed ear in confusion.
“What?” She replied.
“It’s freezing out there? Why aren’t you wearing a coat?”
“It’s bloomin’, thirty degrees. That’s balmy where I come from,” Arya asserted, her brusque voice rumbling through Bay’s ears.
Bay noticed the fur on the nape of Arya’s neck prick up as a gust vaulted by.
“Liar. Get in here,” Bay huffed and dragged her in, grabbing one of her huge paws with both of hers.
She tossed her visitor onto a plush gray couch and threw a blanket over her before leaving to calm the teapot screaming on the stove.
Arya nuzzled her way out from under the blanket leaving the plush fabric to drape around her shoulders.
Bay was already back with a cup of tea, handing it to her.
Arya wrinkled her nose, yet received the cup.
“I’m more of a coffee person,” she hummed, ears flattening against her skull.
Bay bopped her nose lightly.
“Impolite,” she huffed, tail swooshing threateningly. “It’s to warm you up.”
Another shrug.
“I like cold,” Arya continued. “Besides we don’t have time for tea, the market closes in half an hour.”
With a sharp turn, Bay sniffed indignantly and retrieved her own cup of tea from the grey marbled kitchen. She plopped down in Arya’s lap, leaning back into her plush chest, savoring the warmth of another creature. Her creature.
She took a gulp, allowing the hot liquid to course through her, warming her from toes to tail, then released a contented sigh.
“There’s always time for tea,” she hummed, snuggling in a little more.
Arya blushed at the contact, Bay’s purring and the way the smaller girl’s tail swished in Arya’s lap.
She certainly wasn’t cold now.
