Is the Owl Casting Spells that We’re Under? [Open to Thorne!]

[northerndragon]

WHO: Jon Snow, Hennessy, Rey, anyone else in Thorne who feels like popping in: including you!
WHEN: May 22-28 equivalent.
WHERE: Castle Thorne, esp the food stores, but elsewhere around Thorne is fine.
WHAT: The moth-hares invade, and some Thorne residents are tasked with fending them off. Feel free to use this for your own related threads in Thorne.
WARNINGS: Cuteness? Deep inventory jargon? The potential for long explanations of food in various canons? I’ll update this if something comes up.

Prompt(s) in comments. I wrote in prose, but I have no format preference and will be happy to match you.

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[impressionism]

She decides not to tell him that should he run into a raven cursing in actual English around here, it's just Ronan being a dick. Let him find that one out on his own.

"Direwolf, huh. Sounds badass. I wouldn't mind meeting one, even if he's not quite the same."

The difference between real things and dreamt ones isn't that visible to most people, anyway.

She glances back at the small train of moth-hares, down at her extremely dusted clothes, and at the small body of water ahead.

"Race you to it?"

She's got on shoes that aren't the most amazing for running, but she definitely is just going to fling herself straight into the water once she gets there. She is not repeating this whole process because she left a speck of dust on her clothing.

[northerndragon]

He means to say something, then means to take her challenge, but he’s still holding one of the moth-hares, so the first thing he takes is a moment to set it down gently. It immediately tries to climb his leg, and he mutters again, Seven hells.

“Aye, you’re on,” he says then.

He’s making for the water too, and not taking any trouble to undress himself. It isn’t only the company — although it’s also the company. More to the point, the clothes need washing as much as his hair and face do. If he was to leave them by the water, the creatures would probably swarm them, and probably continue to swarm him once he put his clothing on again.

Gods be good, they will not try to drown themselves once he and Hennessy are in the water.

Until then, it’s good to have grass and dirt under his feet, and it’s good to plunge into the water, too. Once he’s there, he wades in all up to the waist.

A cadre of disappointed moth-hares stares at him from the water’s edge, before beginning to disperse.

[impressionism]

Hennessy's fast, but she stops to take her shoes off and toss them on the bank before she rushes in after him, shrieking a bit at the cold shock of the water.

A few of the moth-hares sniff idly at her shoes, but seeing no more prize forthcoming, scatter themselves in several directions, none of which appear to be back toward the food stores.

"Eat shit you little menaces!" she calls after them, laughing. It's not the first time she's jumped into a pool with all her clothes on, but it is the first time she's done so for a better reason than YOLO.

She turns to Jon, still looking amused in spite of the water's chill.

"Well, that was an adventure I did not plan upon when I left the castle this morning."

cw implied violence to rabbits! (An interaction for flavor, but not that flavor.)

[northerndragon]

Her cry makes him laugh out loud, ringing through the clearing.

“Don’t think anyone expects to become irresistible to rabbits. Where I’m from, they’re shy creatures.” He shrugs. “Tasty, too.” But it hasn’t seemed like these were for hunting, and he’s had no need of the meat.

“When I came to this place, I thought the food must be magic. I should have known better. Maybe there’s a touch of magic in it, but it’s like everywhere else. A cook’s hard work, or the hard work of dozens.”

[impressionism]

Hennessy grins and scrubs a bit of lingering dust off her arm.

"There's a guy who makes magic pizza. You should try it if you haven't; it's possibly the perfect food, and it's portable. It will also make you many friends if you show up to a gathering with it."

She can also dream food, but one ought to be careful eating something that's made of dreams. She doesn't do it because it's a bit like eating a piece of herself, and Bryde had made her skittish about it. So far no one's been held to any sort of faerie bargain by eating something she's brought back, but better safe than sorry.