[5] 23 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It's been a weird start of the month for Bunny. What with Holly Peaks, then getting not one, but TWO people from his home world, one of which he assumed was long gone. All in the space of a week. To make matters worse, the castle had decided to do this on the very month where Easter was held.

He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.

As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.

And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.

Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]

That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.

[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?

Comments

[wolfchild]

That looks easier. How come you don't grow more of those flowers?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I use them to make my paints. [He gestures to the pots lying about]

But it's keeping the googies in line. They'll wander off, given half the chance. It's easier to just paint them one by one, than chance the little blighters everywhere, trying to get them to walk in any sort of order to be painted.

[He misses his monoliths, it's really hard to escape a GIANT STONE EGG]

[wolfchild]

Nymeria could help. She would never eat them.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

You know...that's not a half bad idea.

[wolfchild]

I'll leave her here. She'll be glad for something to do.

[ As if knowing she's being spoken of, Nymeria's head swivels toward them. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He still doesn't like it when the direwolf looks at him. As much as he knows he's safe from her, the rabbit part of his brain still wigs out a little]

Ripper. That'll be... well that'll be something. [Please don't eat him in the night, Nymeria]

[wolfchild]

[ Nymeria promises nothing :x

Arya gets up to make Nymeria understand what she has to do. It doesn't take too long. Before long, the eggs are kept walking in straight lines to the burrow. Arya returns to Bunny. ]

She's already eaten so she ought not go hunting for a few days yet. If you wake up and she's gone, don't worry; she comes back.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He's watching the direwolf with the same sort of concern a mother hen would with her brood. But hey, the googies are at least behaving themselves now]

Thanks, little brumby. This'll be a big help.

[wolfchild]

I'll leave you then. I have to work. Goodbye! [ And to Nymeria: ] Be good!

[ The direwolf snorts. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Take care of yourself, Arya.

[God he hopes the direwofl doesn't eat him]