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thecapitol2014-07-14 08:20 pm
disciplewhomsignlessloves) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-14 08:20 pm
Entry tags:
Crispy and crunchy | OPEN
Who| The Disciple; OPEN
What| Di discovers there are ways to get the eats she so desperately misses
Where| Anywhere from petshop to tower
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes|Eating bugs
Everyone had looked at her odd in the beastshop. She'd stepped in to peer at the purrbeasts, small and colored in a rainbow of hues. Orange, pink and blue cover her hands by the time she notices the rest of the shop. Specifically that box full of very familiar sounds. She could feel her ears perk up, ready for a pounce.
She doesn't realize it's pet food. It takes several frazzled and slightly confused shop workers for her to comprehend that they don't eat these crickets themselves. It makes it even worse on them when she insists on two full bags of them.
They're jumping around madly inside the paper bag, making skittering noises that just make her mouth water. She grabs one as she steps outside, pops it in her mouth, and crunches. Delicious. It takes most of her willpower not to down the whole bag honestly.
Inside the tower, she notices someone watching her, hearing the skittering chirping bags, and offers one by its little wings.
"Want a --" She looks at the bag, "Cricket?"
What| Di discovers there are ways to get the eats she so desperately misses
Where| Anywhere from petshop to tower
When| Before the Crowning
Warnings/Notes|Eating bugs
Everyone had looked at her odd in the beastshop. She'd stepped in to peer at the purrbeasts, small and colored in a rainbow of hues. Orange, pink and blue cover her hands by the time she notices the rest of the shop. Specifically that box full of very familiar sounds. She could feel her ears perk up, ready for a pounce.
She doesn't realize it's pet food. It takes several frazzled and slightly confused shop workers for her to comprehend that they don't eat these crickets themselves. It makes it even worse on them when she insists on two full bags of them.
They're jumping around madly inside the paper bag, making skittering noises that just make her mouth water. She grabs one as she steps outside, pops it in her mouth, and crunches. Delicious. It takes most of her willpower not to down the whole bag honestly.
Inside the tower, she notices someone watching her, hearing the skittering chirping bags, and offers one by its little wings.
"Want a --" She looks at the bag, "Cricket?"
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That has to be the first time someone recognized the name as a thing that existed, not some human fairytale, not some silly 'troll under a bridge' nonsense.
"You have trolls in Arendelle?"
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"They're about that tall, and they can roll themselves up to look like rocks. But they're super nice, and they know magic!"
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"Maybe...maybe we're not talking about the same sorts of trolls. I mean--maybe you all named them that because--I don't know why, but we come from Alternia. A whole other planet from Arendelle."
She pauses, "And I think magic is fake. Lowbloods have powers, psychic powers, which are sort of like magic."
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"Oh, it's definitely real," she assures her. "My sister Elsa has ice powers. She built a whole castle out of it once!"