Post by Mimbletonia Scamander on Oct 29, 2007 21:00:16 GMT
Stopping, she shrugged her shabby pink and blue rucksack off her shoulders and pulled out an equally shabby matching blanket, which she shook open and snapped to lay flat over a relatively uncluttered bit of forest ground on the side of the hill she was on. Then, she sat down and rummaged through her supplies until she found several containers of food. Mmmm…maybe just some shortbread. Who knows how long it would be until her mum and dad came back After shoving the rest of her rations back into her bag, she leaned back on one hand while she ate and lost herself in an appreciation of her surroundings.
Mimbletonia was abruptly yanked from her meditations not ten minutes later when she heard an explosion. Jumping to her feet, she looked around wildly, trying to determine the direction from which the disturbance had come. A moment later, she saw a lynx leap out from a rocky outcropping and and race past, eyes rolling and ears flat against its head. As it disappeared into the valley below, she thought she saw smoke billowing from its bob tail, but it was moving too fast for her to be sure. Turning back to where the cat had first appeared, she heard another explosion and smoke came pouring over the top of the edge of the hill.
She quickly gathered her possessions and stuffed them into her rucksack, struggled briefly to place the straps back over her shoulders, and then set forth resolutely toward the thick grey smoke. She had a feeling she’d found something to write about.
Her first thoughts upon coming face-to-face with a full-grown, fire-breathing dragon concerned the stench. She wondered at the internal processes that could produce the bitter brimstone aroma that mixed so appallingly with the less unusual smell of rotting carcasses. If the beast’s sheer bulk and alien-ness weren’t enough to send any reasonable person packing, the rancid proto-inferno surely would. Mimbletonia could hardly believe her luck. It wasn’t Sparganium Electros, of course, but she knew her parents wouldn’t begrudge her the pleasure of this fortuitous encounter.
The young girl gazed at the dragon for several moments before squaring her shoulders and moving forward with hand outstretched before her.
“Mimbletonia Scamander, naturalist in training. Pleased to make your acquaintance…er…Sir.”
Mimbletonia was abruptly yanked from her meditations not ten minutes later when she heard an explosion. Jumping to her feet, she looked around wildly, trying to determine the direction from which the disturbance had come. A moment later, she saw a lynx leap out from a rocky outcropping and and race past, eyes rolling and ears flat against its head. As it disappeared into the valley below, she thought she saw smoke billowing from its bob tail, but it was moving too fast for her to be sure. Turning back to where the cat had first appeared, she heard another explosion and smoke came pouring over the top of the edge of the hill.
She quickly gathered her possessions and stuffed them into her rucksack, struggled briefly to place the straps back over her shoulders, and then set forth resolutely toward the thick grey smoke. She had a feeling she’d found something to write about.
Her first thoughts upon coming face-to-face with a full-grown, fire-breathing dragon concerned the stench. She wondered at the internal processes that could produce the bitter brimstone aroma that mixed so appallingly with the less unusual smell of rotting carcasses. If the beast’s sheer bulk and alien-ness weren’t enough to send any reasonable person packing, the rancid proto-inferno surely would. Mimbletonia could hardly believe her luck. It wasn’t Sparganium Electros, of course, but she knew her parents wouldn’t begrudge her the pleasure of this fortuitous encounter.
The young girl gazed at the dragon for several moments before squaring her shoulders and moving forward with hand outstretched before her.
“Mimbletonia Scamander, naturalist in training. Pleased to make your acquaintance…er…Sir.”
