Pique and Lilie: An Unexpected Encounter
Lilie dragged Pique towards Fakir's house, the streets still slick with rain from the previous night. If the truth must be told, however, Pique went quite willingly with Lilie to Fakir's house. Lilie had followed Fakir home the night before, darting from bush to bush, trying to hide her presence from Fakir.
Today was the day Lilie would make her move on Fakir. She only dragged Pique along for moral support. Pique was really there because she as well wanted to make HER own move on Fakir that day.
As they approached the door they could see Fakir moving around the kitchen, talking to someone, but they could not see who he could possibly be talking to.
"I wonder if Fakir has finally lost it?" Pique whispered and Lilie giggled.
"I will not let a little thing like insanity keep me from my victory!" Lilie shifted the basket of picnic food from one arm to the other, and knocked on Fakirs door, several times in succession.
Fakir glanced up as he heard the knock on his door. "I wonder who is visiting?" Fakir glanced down to Ahiru who shrugged, and moved to hide behind the table leg, unsure how the presence of a duck in Fakir's house would be taken.
Fakir ambled to the door, his clothing still wrinkled from being slept in the night before, and opened the door. As the door swung open Pique was propelled through the door by Lilie as Lilie strolled into the house beaming.
"Morning Fakir." Lilie beamed sweetly as Fakir as Ahiru chocked back a surprised quack.
What are they doing here?
Fakir stood in a surprised shock, a frown on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Lilie and Pique, waiting to see what they wants.
Lilie placed the basket on the table. "We were worried about you in the rain last night Fakir, and we wondered if you, well I wondered if you would like to go on a picnic with me today."
Lilie smiled hopefully at Fakir and he shook his head.
"No, I cant." The frown on Fakir's face deepened at Lilie's request and he glanced down to Ahiru. He saw her face turning red, and knew it would only be a matter of moments before the quacking began.
Pique moved in front of Lilie, who had a surprised look on her face. "Well, if you wont go with Lilie, will you go with me?"
Before Fakir could answer Ahiru burst forth with a "Quack Quack." Her wings flapped frantically as she placed herself between Fakir and Pique.
What are you doing, you can't ask him to go out with you!"
Fakir laughed as he picked Ahiru up, and hoped a blush didn't color his face. Ahiru was being oddly possessive of him, but he was sure it was just surprise at her friends actions, and nothing more.
"Calm down, Ahiru." His voice was gentle as he rested Ahiru in the crook of his arm. "You have no thing to worry about." Fakir pitched his voice so only Ahiru could hear his words. "There is only one princess that I care about."
"Quaaaa.."Ahiru squeaked, and her face was bright red.
He can't mean me, can he?
"I'm sorry Pique, I need to stay here and take care of Ahiru. She was injured in last night's storm."
Pique noticed that Fakir's voice had a gentler tone when he talked about his duck, then he normally had.
"You named your duck, duck?" Pique looked at Fakir, and raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't exactly have a hand in naming her. She was introduced to me as Ahiru."
Pique didn't comment on the fact that Fakir personified Ahiru, convinced that Fakir, had indeed finally lost it.
"Aww, how cute, a duck!" Lilie grabbed Ahiru from Fakir's arms, and began twirling around the room with her, practicing her ballet moves with Ahiru as her partner.
"Quaaaa" Ahiru's voice warbled up and down as she struggled to escape from Lilie's iron grasp. Her struggles only succeeded, however, in getting herself flung out the open window, as her feathers slipped from Lilie's grasp. Ahiru flew in an arc through the window, and into the streets outside.
"Quack." Ahiru stood and stumbled dizzy, though the streets, trying to focus as the world spun around her.
Ahiru!" Fakir rushed to the front door and flung the door open. His eyes widened as he saw a crowd of people walk over Ahiru, and he watched Ahiru, miraculously stumble unhurt, between their feet. Suddenly a horse drawn cart turned the corner, and moved down the cobblestone street, straight for the still dizzy Ahiru. Cursing, Fakir launched himself forward into the street with a leap.
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Ahiru felt the swift wind of feet as people walked around her, and the wind flung her back and forth in the crowd. Finally the crowd passed and Ahiru could finally establish her bearings as the world slowly stopped spinning.
As she looked around Ahiru heard the sound of hooves and wheels on cobblestone, and looking up, Ahiru could see a horse drawn cart approaching, the hooves of the horse about to descend down into the space where Ahiru stood.
"Quack!" Ahiru tried to run out of the path of the horse, but her short legs could not carry her to safety fast enough.
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"Ahiru!"
Ahiru could hear Fakir's scream as she felt something slam into her body and heard a horse whinny.
Looking up Ahiru could only see Fakir, just as she, cradled in Fakir's arms, and Fakir, slammed into the wall of the building across the street from Fakir's house. Fakir cradled Ahiru so she wasn't injured, but she could heard the sharp intake of breath that signaled Fakir was in pain from the impact and she quacked softly.
"WATCH IT BOY!" The cart driver screamed, his voice anger filled, as his horse settles down, and carried him away down the street.
"Quack, quack" Ahiru lay a wing gently on Fakir's arm.
"I'm alright, Ahiru. Really." Fakir pushed off the wall. "Are you alright?" Fakir inconspicuously checked Ahiru for injuries as she nodded.
"Quack." Ahiru closed her eyes, and rested her head against Fakir's arm. She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.
Vaguely Ahiru could hear Lilie apologize, and Fakir urge, none to gently or nicely, Pique and Lilie to leave.
"Poor Ahiru." Fakir carried Ahiru back up the stairs and lay her down, once more on the pillows of his bed.
Fakir walked back to the door, and paused there, leaning against the door frame, watching the tiny duck sleep.
"Sleep well, Princess. You are safe here. I will make sure of that."
Lilie dragged Pique towards Fakir's house, the streets still slick with rain from the previous night. If the truth must be told, however, Pique went quite willingly with Lilie to Fakir's house. Lilie had followed Fakir home the night before, darting from bush to bush, trying to hide her presence from Fakir.
Today was the day Lilie would make her move on Fakir. She only dragged Pique along for moral support. Pique was really there because she as well wanted to make HER own move on Fakir that day.
As they approached the door they could see Fakir moving around the kitchen, talking to someone, but they could not see who he could possibly be talking to.
"I wonder if Fakir has finally lost it?" Pique whispered and Lilie giggled.
"I will not let a little thing like insanity keep me from my victory!" Lilie shifted the basket of picnic food from one arm to the other, and knocked on Fakirs door, several times in succession.
Fakir glanced up as he heard the knock on his door. "I wonder who is visiting?" Fakir glanced down to Ahiru who shrugged, and moved to hide behind the table leg, unsure how the presence of a duck in Fakir's house would be taken.
Fakir ambled to the door, his clothing still wrinkled from being slept in the night before, and opened the door. As the door swung open Pique was propelled through the door by Lilie as Lilie strolled into the house beaming.
"Morning Fakir." Lilie beamed sweetly as Fakir as Ahiru chocked back a surprised quack.
What are they doing here?
Fakir stood in a surprised shock, a frown on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Lilie and Pique, waiting to see what they wants.
Lilie placed the basket on the table. "We were worried about you in the rain last night Fakir, and we wondered if you, well I wondered if you would like to go on a picnic with me today."
Lilie smiled hopefully at Fakir and he shook his head.
"No, I cant." The frown on Fakir's face deepened at Lilie's request and he glanced down to Ahiru. He saw her face turning red, and knew it would only be a matter of moments before the quacking began.
Pique moved in front of Lilie, who had a surprised look on her face. "Well, if you wont go with Lilie, will you go with me?"
Before Fakir could answer Ahiru burst forth with a "Quack Quack." Her wings flapped frantically as she placed herself between Fakir and Pique.
What are you doing, you can't ask him to go out with you!"
Fakir laughed as he picked Ahiru up, and hoped a blush didn't color his face. Ahiru was being oddly possessive of him, but he was sure it was just surprise at her friends actions, and nothing more.
"Calm down, Ahiru." His voice was gentle as he rested Ahiru in the crook of his arm. "You have no thing to worry about." Fakir pitched his voice so only Ahiru could hear his words. "There is only one princess that I care about."
"Quaaaa.."Ahiru squeaked, and her face was bright red.
He can't mean me, can he?
"I'm sorry Pique, I need to stay here and take care of Ahiru. She was injured in last night's storm."
Pique noticed that Fakir's voice had a gentler tone when he talked about his duck, then he normally had.
"You named your duck, duck?" Pique looked at Fakir, and raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't exactly have a hand in naming her. She was introduced to me as Ahiru."
Pique didn't comment on the fact that Fakir personified Ahiru, convinced that Fakir, had indeed finally lost it.
"Aww, how cute, a duck!" Lilie grabbed Ahiru from Fakir's arms, and began twirling around the room with her, practicing her ballet moves with Ahiru as her partner.
"Quaaaa" Ahiru's voice warbled up and down as she struggled to escape from Lilie's iron grasp. Her struggles only succeeded, however, in getting herself flung out the open window, as her feathers slipped from Lilie's grasp. Ahiru flew in an arc through the window, and into the streets outside.
"Quack." Ahiru stood and stumbled dizzy, though the streets, trying to focus as the world spun around her.
Ahiru!" Fakir rushed to the front door and flung the door open. His eyes widened as he saw a crowd of people walk over Ahiru, and he watched Ahiru, miraculously stumble unhurt, between their feet. Suddenly a horse drawn cart turned the corner, and moved down the cobblestone street, straight for the still dizzy Ahiru. Cursing, Fakir launched himself forward into the street with a leap.
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Ahiru felt the swift wind of feet as people walked around her, and the wind flung her back and forth in the crowd. Finally the crowd passed and Ahiru could finally establish her bearings as the world slowly stopped spinning.
As she looked around Ahiru heard the sound of hooves and wheels on cobblestone, and looking up, Ahiru could see a horse drawn cart approaching, the hooves of the horse about to descend down into the space where Ahiru stood.
"Quack!" Ahiru tried to run out of the path of the horse, but her short legs could not carry her to safety fast enough.
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"Ahiru!"
Ahiru could hear Fakir's scream as she felt something slam into her body and heard a horse whinny.
Looking up Ahiru could only see Fakir, just as she, cradled in Fakir's arms, and Fakir, slammed into the wall of the building across the street from Fakir's house. Fakir cradled Ahiru so she wasn't injured, but she could heard the sharp intake of breath that signaled Fakir was in pain from the impact and she quacked softly.
"WATCH IT BOY!" The cart driver screamed, his voice anger filled, as his horse settles down, and carried him away down the street.
"Quack, quack" Ahiru lay a wing gently on Fakir's arm.
"I'm alright, Ahiru. Really." Fakir pushed off the wall. "Are you alright?" Fakir inconspicuously checked Ahiru for injuries as she nodded.
"Quack." Ahiru closed her eyes, and rested her head against Fakir's arm. She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.
Vaguely Ahiru could hear Lilie apologize, and Fakir urge, none to gently or nicely, Pique and Lilie to leave.
"Poor Ahiru." Fakir carried Ahiru back up the stairs and lay her down, once more on the pillows of his bed.
Fakir walked back to the door, and paused there, leaning against the door frame, watching the tiny duck sleep.
"Sleep well, Princess. You are safe here. I will make sure of that."