Takes place after chapter 3 of Blackbird.

I don't own Blackbird. Blackbird is (C) of Shilin

Prompt: Jelly

She found it entertaining.

Perhaps it was the lack of books or wits that had reduced the sorceress to staring at a plate of jelly. Keritzel carried the injured sorceress into their home, and the two scholars immediately ordered food. Veloce wasn't hungry. Her stomach was churning upon her realization of her situation: an army was after her; and she had dragged two innocent students because she had been careless.

Weirin looked up from her food, and gave Veloce a critical glare; perhaps to remind the sorceress of their 'friendship.'

It was so long ago since she felt such love; though it was more of a sympathy friendship-- probably because he knew she was forbidden to interact with other children her age.

Turning the plate slightly, Veloce made the green jelly dance.

The emerald gelatin quivered, and for a moment, Veloce saw her reflection, quivering with the jelly as Blackbird placed a knife to her chest.

'Blackbird!' Veloce thought as she whipped her head around, finding herself alone.

'Now, my mind is playing tricks on me too.' she thought, rubbing the nape of her neck.

"Veloce? Are you alright?" KEritzel asked the sorceress, noting her pale face.

"I'd better turn in for the night." Veloce sighed, standing up. "Thank you both for your generous hospitality." She bowed to the archer and the scholar.

Later....

'Figures.' Veloce grumbled. She was used to having her own bed, her bed with layers of comforters, blankets and the thick pillows was nothing compared to the hard floor Weirin had prepared as her 'bed.' It was a blanket on the floor of the servant's quarters.

Folding her arms underneath her head, Veloce made a mental revenge note in her head.

A wet squishing sound echoed the empty quarters. The sorceress cracked an eye and froze.

Blackbird stood, illuminated from the moonlight, grinning from ear to ear and held a plate of Veloce's uneaten jelly in her hand.

"Why waste good food, Visrin?"

Veloce's mouth went dry and Blackbird ever so slowly licked her spoon clean. In a flash, Blackbird appeared, hovering over the sorceress, spoon in mouth and plate in hand.

In one fluid motion, she mashed the plate into the sorceress's chest, grinning as the dessert squelched and groaned, breaking apart.

"... Is this not wasting food, assassin?" Veloce muttered, as she angrily brushed the sugary jelly off her chest the best she could.

"Oh, no! Not at all Visrin! I've always loved my gifts with a little surprise. This ever happens to be the 'cherry on top.'" The assassin grinned, fingering the folds of the blacksmith's jacket.

Veloce shivered as she felt the cold jelly contact her skin underneath. "Unmannered dog..." Veloce couldn't stop as a smirk spread upon her face.

"Aren't I always a good puppy?"*

-FIN-

*Borrowed last line from LilTyphoon's Puppy Love Snapshots