Edition: "Abby Normal" (ninth set)
- Set #: 3
Character: Skarmory
- Pairing: Armorshipping
- Universe: none
Rating: E (Everyone)
- Warnings: none
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Skarmory had shed two large pinions and dutifully brought them to her master. She liked watching how he went about fashioning them into his boomerangs, both the ones he would attach to his pokéballs and the personal weapons that could fell small trees under his own strength.
With his back to her, he set to work with a special stone, a whet stone, that he ran along the pre-made edges that made this work easier; the pleasant scraping sound ringing from the feather's body was nostalgic for her, and she liked it when he did it. Liked making parts of her into tools instead of waste. It made her feel good (and a little more useful than his beloved Pidgeot; how wonderful was that?).
She always felt happy on these days. So happy....
As the stone was put aside, she craned her neck as silently as possible and tapped his shoulder with her beak. As he looked over his right shoulder, she leaped to the left; she'd seen children play such tricks, and it worked on grown-ups too, it seemed.
He was grinning when he looked to the left, a knowing smile. "Are you being cheeky?"
Skarmory cawed, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her wings ruffling. Send me, her body read.
He grabbed an already experienced giant boomerang.
Send me up, her body read.
He hefted up over his shoulder.
Send me up to the sky!
"Fetch!"