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drawn sometime last year, but I never got around to writing so it was never posted. and now marley is set loose in the den! horrible.
enjoy the briefly mentioned medical trauma
Pan - OurMedic
Treasure - NPC
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Marley followed, and followed, and followed the song until his feet hurt.
When they finally stopped, he plopped himself down to sit on a carpet. It was a very pretty colour. He touched it, and it felt nice on his hand for a few seconds. It became too rough, and he ripped his hand away, holding it in the air.
He did not like this carpet, he decided.
A sound had him stop thinking about the carpet that was too rough. It was feathery, almost floaty, and it made him squint for a second as he tried to parse which direction it was coming from. The harp lady responded, and the feathery voice spoke again. It floated in his direction, and settled somewhere close, light and airy. Marley closed his eyes and listened.
They sounded nice together, but the new sounds tickled his head. He did not know if he liked it, or did not.
Marley felt something tap the floor near him, and the harmony stopped. He waited a minute, for it to continue, but it did not. He opened his eyes, and looked at the carpet that was too rough. He could see pink nearby, so he knew that the harp had not left when she stopped singing.
The feathery sound made a noise, and a few more before going quiet again.
He looked over at them, and the fabric they were wearing on their legs for a moment before looking back down. A moment later, they made a fluffy noise again and a shiny circle thing entered his vision. He stared at it for a moment, trying to determine what it was, before he leaned back and as far away as he could.
He scooted away a little, staring at it distrustfully. It was familiar, and it always came with things he did not like. The harp and feather made noise, but he did not hear them.
The thing was set down on the carpet, and Marley did not look away.
It shined in the light, and he knew it was very cold.
A second later, a soft thing was set down near it. Marley did not look at it, but he knew it was there. The harp sang slow and light, and there were no hands moving to grab him.
The feathery voice and the harp lady continued in a harmony together, one making noise and then the next responding, going back and forth like waves of water. There were no hands grabbing him.
His eyes flicked to look at the soft thing. It was green, and pretty. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar. He looked back at the cold, shiny thing, but he could not resist the urge to look back over at the soft thing again only a moment later. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked. There were still no hands grabbing him.
He reached out.
...It was as soft as it looked.
He glanced back at the cold thing, for a second, before looking back at the green soft thing that was so nice to touch. He carefully grabbed it and dragged it closer, before picking it up to run his hands along the fuzz. It made his hands tingle, and he found he could not stop touching it. He decided that he likes it.
The cold shiny thing was gone when he looked over next, and he looked around for hands closing in on him, but there were none. The feathery sounding one who had set it down was somewhere else, grabbing something from a bowl. It was crinkly, and sounded thin. A moment later, something was held out to him, and he looked at it.
It was something small, circular, and red on the end of a white stick. He stared. It continued to be held there, until the floaty noises returned and they took it back. He followed it with his eyes, watching as it was unwrapped and they stuck it in their mouth.
Oh. It was candy.
Another was taken from the bowl, and held out to him. This time, he reached out and took it.
It did not have a bad taste. He decided that he likes it.
The feathery one and the harp continued to make their noises, and Marley continued to rub his hands all along the fur of the green thing. He knows how it's familiar, now. The stitches under his light touch, and the way it squished made him absolutely sure it was a plushie. He did not know what kind of plushie it was, though, and he had to ponder as he observed it very closely. It looked like nothing he had ever seen before.
With it's cape, he could almost assume, but its feet were far too big, and it's head too different. Perhaps it could be... but, no, it had four legs, and it most certainly did not fly.
He was very puzzled.
There was a pause, in the fog of noise that had settled over him, and he paused his thinking as well.
The shiny round cold thing appeared in his vision again, held out, and he stared at it. It moved, and he turned his head to follow it. The airy and soft tones of the feathery one's sounds filled his ears. The cold thing moved closer, and he leaned away slightly.
It touched him lightly.
...It was not cold.
He did not know why it was not cold. There were no hands grabbing him.
He watched, with the harp singing, and the candy he liked, and the soft plushie in his arms, as the shiny round cold thing was pressed to his chest. But it was not cold, so he could not call it the shiny round cold thing. It only touched him for a moment, before it was slowly pulled back and set aside.
The feathery sounding one pulled up some dark thing, that looked like a very small pillow, and wrapped it around his arm. There were no hands grabbing him. It made a weird noise, and squeezed his arm, and he decided that he likes it.
Next, there was a stick that they let Marley touch, before it was used to move his ear aside gently. Marley did not know why.
There was a light, that he did not like. It was put away quickly.
He was distracted later on, by trying to figure out what the plushie was, that he did not notice the harp lady leaving.
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