Private Tales Sierra's Storytime

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"I guess as long as it isn't es-car-go,"Rose sighed. "Okay, can we please keep going? I want to know if Daisy ever finds her way home. Or if she gets unstuck. Or what happened with those yellow eyes? Oooo, do you think she'll meet the prince and that mean Hunter King?"

Sierra managed to get her chuckle undercontrol and shook her head.

"Okay, one thing at a time."
 
"Daisy asked what the soup was as she took another slurp with her tongue. The bowel only gave her about four good licks but it tasted quite nice. And her stomach rumbled less from before. Momma Hop looked very pleased that Daisy enjoyed it so much and beamed at the question."

"It's a family recipe. Handed down from my grandma's grandma to her daughter and her daughter and so on and so forth. Until it finally came to me and was taught by my mother. Swamp beast rest her soul! She was the fastest hopper there ever was and I think she made the soup even better than I do."
 
"Papa Hop cleared his throat in a croak. Lies and slander, dear, he crooned. Momma Hop gave her husband a grateful look before turning back to Daisy. I keep thinking I should sell it to the other frogs and toads. Not the recipe, mind you. But the soup. Could help us with some things. But that is besides the point and not answering your question, child."

"Daisy looked on very patiently. Even as curiosity bubbled inside her."
 
"It is our family's famous black-fly soup. Made with the freshest caught flies. The juiciest. And no part goes to waste and that's what makes the soup so good! We use the legs and the wings."

"And if you're lucky, Poppa Hop chimed in, you'll get one of the eyes. A smug look as his tongue darted around in his third bowl. Daisy's eyes widened and any lingering hunger disappeared."
 
"See! I told you so," Rose chimed with a giggle. "Don't ask the question! Ewwy, fly soup." She pinched her nose and made a funny face. Sierra just shrugged.

"Maybe if the Hops made it, it would be good. What if that came to be your favorite dish, daughter of mine?"

Rose shook her head and giggled more, "Mommy, could you imagine if you told Ceecee you were going to make this one night?"
 
It was Sierra's turn for her smile to widen. A shake of her head. "I can imagine the look he'd make. Probably similar to when I tried cooking for him on the road and burned the bacon and hot cakes."

"Thank god for Ceecee," Rose muttered with another shake of her belly.

"Thank god for Ceecee," Sierra agreed. The dreadlord would never be known for cooking and she and her daughter knew it. And there was no shame in that.
 
After Rose settled down again, Sierra continued the story.

"Daisy's eyes bulged at the new of what she'd eaten. But to her credit, she remained calm and polite. She'd be lying to herself if she said the soup hadn't tasted good. Just because she found out it was made from flies and whatever other seasonings Momma Hop used. She swallowed."

"Momma Hop frowned, looking at the empty bowl."
 
"Dear child would you like some more? Momma Hop asked."

"Daisy shook her head, trying not to shake it too quickly. No thank- I mean no ma'am. It was very good but I'm quite full now. She offered a small smile."

"And luckily it was enough. Momma Hop took no offense and took the human at her word. Now, what's a little thing like you doing out here?"
 
"Well, Daisy began, trying to get comfortable in her stuck position, halfway in their house. She just hoped no creature was sneaking up behind her. I'm from the town of Glissgale, beyond the wood. There was a storm and I was forced to enter for shelter and then, well, I got turned around."

"She shrugged helplessly to the toad family. The toads had both stopped eating and were staring at her. You're from beyond the border. Ohmyohmyohmyohmy."
 
"She didn't taste or smell quite human, Papa Hop croaked. Smell. Smell her. Momma Hop blinked her amphibious eyes and flicked her tongue across Daisy's nose. Hmm, she rumbled."

"You might be right, dearest, a deep ribbot in the back of her toad-throat."

"Daisy squirmed, trying to wedge herself free without knocking anything over inside their house. I AM human so I don't know what you're talking about."
 
"Papa Hop croaked some bubbles of laughter. If that was true, you'd have been snagged by the fae witch. Humans, especially, can resist her call."

"Daisy froze. But when your tongue touched my boot it helped me, she said."

"It wouldn't have mattered if you were truly human. Nothing I would've done would've stopped you from rushing across that bridge and straight into her arms."
 
"Daisy couldn't help the shiver that worked up her spine."

"No, child, there is something more to you, Momma Hop agreed."

"But, I've always just been...me, Daisy insisted."

"Hmm, Momma Hop hummed and wicked flick of her tongue, finished up the last soup contents in her bowl. You are still you, child. We're just saying whatever is in your blood saved you, today."
 
"Daisy barely had enough time to register what the toad family was saying when a sharp, loud howl filled the air from outside. Both of the Hops froze."

"The Hunter King, Moma Hop croaked, finally breaking the silence that followed the howl."

"Papa Hop moved and flicked his tongue at Daisy's face, swatting her right on the nose. You need to leave. Now. Out, out, OUT!"
 
"Daisy's brows rose in alarm. You're going to kick me out? But..,"

"Papa Hop flicked his tongue at her face again, the sticky, wet, cold thing clinging to her skin for a second before retracting in his mouth. OUTOUT OUT!"

"Daisy wiggled and squirmed trying to unwedge her shoulder and being stuck from before. I'm trying, I'm trying! Her cry echoed in their small, little leaf house."
 
"The howl ripped through the air again, closer this time. There was another smack of tongue against her nose. Knees dug into the ground and with one twisting pull and lift, she found herself freed from the toad's home. The night air greeted her as well as that glowing moss. The light dimmer than what was in the home.'

"As soon as she got free and sat back on her heels, the little leaf door to the frog house slammed closed. All the lights within the house turned off. She could hear the pleading voice of Mama Hop inside."

"Go child, go now. Before you bring trouble on us all."
 
"Daisy blinked and looked around. A little disgruntled that she'd been tossed out so easily. But could she blame them? No, she couldn't."

"Another howl. Closer this time. Louder. Her skin prickled and she stood, looking for a place to go. A direction to run in. She was completely turned around. All she knew is she couldn't be found standing on the lawn of the Hop family."
 
"Daisy dashed off the lawn and found a small path of stones jutting through the swampy water. She began leaping and balancing on each one, crossing the swamps as quickly as she could. The howl sounded again. And for how close it was getting, it was clear they were on the hunt of something. Or someone neary her."

"She didn't risk glancing back, instead keeping track of her steps so she didn't fall into the murky waters, not wanting to know what other creatures called the waters their homes. She'd heard stories of kelpies. Could they be here or even watching her?"
 
"Ready to snatch and lure her in. That thought alone made her go even faster as she kept her steps steady. precise. Jump - step - jump - step."

"Ahead, she saw the path led to hire ground. Finally, she grumbled as she got closer and closer. And it was just as she stepped off the rocky path and on the hire, dry ground that the howl seemed to sound right behind her. She lunged to hide behind some glowing-blue berry bushes."
 
"No sooner had she hid did she hear the clatter of hoofbeats on the swampy ground. An entire hunting party! But was it true? She'd just made up that story. Could it be...real?"

"Daisy wondered as she pressed as low to the ground as possible, praying to whatever gods might be listening that the bushes hid her. She supposed her story could be true. After all, she'd just met a toad family who could talk and had invited her in for fly-soup."
 
"Peeking through a crack in the bushes, her breath caught in her throat as she saw the leader. A crown of antlers sat upon his head. He rode upon a steed with hair the color of moon and starlight. His hair was as black as the surrounding night. Waves of it hanging well down his back."

"And his eyes, oh his eyes. They were as cold and dark as obsidian. His face looked chiseled from rock. And his companions looked just as deadly and beautiful. Sitting tall atop their rides."
 
"Though none of their steeds looked as fine as his. They still looked bigger than any horses she'd seen before. And there was something wild about them. Something other. Even the horse eyes looked more intelligent."

"There was a female of bright red hair. One with short-cropped hair that looked as though made from the sun itself. And a male with hair as white as a fresh snow. Another male with long brown hair. Brown the color of a rich chocolate."
 
"And their weapons looked even more terrifying than the expressions on their faces. Swords that seemed to glow. Arrow tips made of something like diamonds. But she doubted it was really the stone. How silly would that be?"

"A swallow as they slowed even further, getting closer to where she stood. Surely, they couldn't be after her? She hoped it was someone else while at the same time feeling pity for whoever it was."
 
"Move on, move on, she silently pleaded. Fingers crossed and her eyes closed for a moment. As if she could will them to do so."

"But the sounds of their horses' hoofsteps lingered. The rustling of weapons and shuffling of feet. Daisy's eyes popped back open as she warily looked outward. Then one icy command left the Hunter King's mouth."

"Spread out."
 
"Daisy swallowed and then froze. Trying not even to breath."

"I smell it, the redhead female said as she drew closer."

"I want it found, the Hunter King sneered and looked toward the bush as if he could see Daisy hiding there."

"That look in his dark eyes was what made her unfreeze. Made her realize she had to move. She was too exposed here. As quietly as she could, she eased back, then turned and began crawling over the rooted ground."
 
"But no sooner had she left she heard a sudden increase in hooves. Looking behind her, she saw the snowy-haired male behind here."

"There. It wasn't even a yell. Just a gravelly voice happy to know the prey was as good as his."

"Daisy pushed to her feet and ran, crashing further into the woods. Bushes and twigs snagged at her clothing and skin as she passed. As if they too were trying to stop her escape. There was movement to her left and right. Then ahead."
 
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