Seven Jewels: Blue Diamonds [Video | Water Trough]

[destinedforrock]

[When Cinderella establishes connection this morning, she's turned partly sideways to the trough, and a couple of adult human voices are conversing - not casually - in the background.

She flicks her head in a meaningful direction - along her side, anyway. At the same time she's shifting on her hooves; if she's gesturing at herself it's difficult to discern anything. Tilts her head just a bit back at the trough, eyes looking into the frame, with an anxious flick of the ears and an equally anxious grinning expression best conveyed in words as "/baa-aa-aa".

"I'll talk to the neighbors," a woman says. "What are you going to have Linda and Michael do with you first, though, pick up the pieces of the rock, or get that off?"

"I think we'll move the pieces first," says a man. "We'll give Cindy a bath later. I'm just glad she doesn't seem too badly spooked, whatever happened."

They carry on. Cinderella shimmies a couple steps closer to the trough, starts leaning just as much to her side as she can, gives another all-the-more-pointed look alongside her - more clearly indicating her flank.

Still not clear, especially on the still-rippling connection surface, but there are three little blue shapes showing up on the white of her fur.

She nods her head back close to and into that feed with the anxious grin refreshed - her eyes are moving back as she half-consciously re-indicates her flank, gives the direction another nod, and then - her ears switch up and she swings away to go about acting natural for Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Any further word from her will come once they're out of the picture!]

Comments

[vanisland]

Well, that looked close. You all right?

[She needs a distraction. This STILL makes more sense than musical WMDs.]

[destinedforrock]

Simply lovely, darling! [She gives the ground a pawing, shakes her head once, but really she's no worse than flustered, and coming down from having her nerves racked. Speaks quickly to similarly help her burn some of it off.] My~y masters assume that great big broken boulder right outside my fence and the new apparent tattoo on my flank were the work of... local riffraff last night!

Of course, it's a mystery whyever anybody would have simply smashed it and ran, seeing as it was - apparently - full of jewels.

And to be fair, I. Expect I could have easily found myself with far less flattering new markings. [Small mercies - if nothing else light blue doesn't show too obnoxiously loudly on white.]

[vanisland]

I'm guessing your masters have already taken the jewels, then. It's a good thing they haven't stopped and really thought about it.

[destinedforrock]

Ah, in-deed.

They've taken the jewels, correct. And have just finished giving me a good bath - gave up on scrubbing off those marks, decided they must simply wait for them to fade on their own in due time... Which - I'm assuming they won't!

[vanisland]

Not likely, no. Getting a tattoo usually involves a specialized needle that paints into the skin. I wouldn't know but it's supposed to hurt a lot.

I don't need to know how light a sleeper you are to know that you'd have woken up, sapience or no, if someone tried to do that to you in the middle of the night.

[Not long after posting this, she gets "that feeling" again.]

[destinedforrock]

Hm~ ...So it would sound. [A simple description like that isn't enough to grimace at. It does sound like something to wince at.]

We~ell if that is what it is, then I suppose at least it. Didn't come with all the fuss.

1/2 - text

[vanisland]

Well, right now the only thing we know about it is that it's there. For all we know it could be something only superficially similar.

If you'll excuse me for a moment, I think I have something to check on; I feel different.

[And a cursory check reveals...]

2/2 - suddenly voiced

[vanisland]

[...something apparently frustrating enough for her to not notice she's suddenly transmitting her voice.]

...why THERE?

[It's a woman's voice... although the tone certainly isn't pleasant.]