#flyrtep

[jortroublejagerlieds]

As Twins often do, us mods present to you~ Another snippet to ensure your terror comes in twos. Short snippet of the fic in progress below the cut

Pandorian Mantas have a headcannoned Pandorian name of Flyrteps in the world of Jor Trouble. Which translates loosely to Flying Rug.

Athena ran through the silent village and across the bridge. It wasn’t long before she stood on the step of Avalon’s house. Taking a second to catch her breath, she pounded on the door.

There was a bit of shuffling from the inside before it creaked open. Avalon stood in the doorway, air of extreme disapproval pouring from him.

“What do you want?”

“I need your brother.”

The door slammed in her face.

“AVALON, I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVEN, OPEN THIS D-”

There was a second of scuffling before the door opened to reveal the person of her search, bowl of dinner in hand.

“Sorry about that. Come on in.”

Stepping through, she came into the front room just in time to see Avalon vanish into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his hood.

Evergray followed her gaze. “Don’t mind him. He and I just had a short…discussion about door manners, and I don’t think he liked how I delivered the lesson. Have a seat. What can I do for you?”

“Gimme a sec…”

Ignoring his confused look, she turned around and fished out what she had come for. Cupping it in her hands, she turned back around.

“I need your help.”

The bowl hit the floor, pasta spilling onto the rug.

“I’d forgotten about ‘im earlier. He fell on me during the battle with Anwir, after his parents got hit by a stray shot that bounced. I have no idea what Anwir was slinging around, but it shot a hole right through them. I snagged him so he didn’t suffer the same fate or get stepped on.” She ran a finger under the little manta’s chin. “Problem is, I have no idea how to take care of one.”

His hands started forward before he caught himself.

“May I?”

“Go ahead.”

Carefully, as if he was handling newly-blown glass, he coaxed the baby into his hands, bringing it up for closer inspection as he sank into the closest chair.

“Hello, little one…” he whispered reverently.

Deep blue eyes studied the Ex-Druid. 

“I don’t believe I’ve seen one of your kind this young before.”

The tiny head tilted, wingtips pittering on his palms.