precarious | Glowfic Constellation

"...Are you just going to go be a rabbit?"

abeance

"Do I look like an astronomer to you? Less than a month off, that I do know."

avec-le-coeur

"I want to know what it's like!"

abeance

"It's... like being a rabbit. Eyes on both sides of your head, nose-twitches that won't quit, hoppability. Lettuce. Heck, we're probably old enough now that you could ask permission, if you don't want to be caught rummaging in the treasure rooms."

avec-le-coeur

"I wasn't planning to just go rummage in your treasure room without permission."

abeance

"I mean, permission from Uncle Ainar or Aunt Celyta, as opposed to, say, Milo, who has been known to claim that he as good as owns the place."

avec-le-coeur

first-and-final

"Hey, it's my castle too!"

abeance

"There's probably a calendar around somewhere that says when the next new moon is, which you'd want to know in case you don't like being a rabbit very much."

avec-le-coeur

"I don't see what's not to like."

abeance

"It makes it hard to do much of anything but chew on greens and be petted. And hop, I guess. Can't read, can't hold a sword, can't even open doors. I went outside and a hawk spooked me."

avec-le-coeur

"Well, I wouldn't want to be one for an entire month, I don't think. But I wouldn't mind just a day or two. It would be interesting."

abeance

"So, if the new moon was last week, you probably want to experiment with the carpet some other time. I'll go find a calendar."

Jann goes looking for a calendar. When pray tell is the next new moon?

avec-le-coeur

It turns out to be in two days.

Glynn secures permission from Duchess Celyta to go touch the rabbit carpet, and the next morning, Milo takes him down to the treasure room.

He is even fluffier than Milo, a practically spherical blond orb of softness. Not even ear-tips are visible.

"It's hard to see in here," he giggles.

abeance

"Yeah, you have a lot of fluff. Milo was pretty fluffy but I think you've got him beat," snorts Jann, trying to brush some of the fur away from Glynn's eyes without poking him anywhere a rabbit should not be poked.

avec-le-coeur

Glynn blinks at him. His eyes are still green.

"I'm proud of my fluffy accomplishment," he says solemnly.

first-and-final

Milo cracks up.

abeance

"We could try to find something to keep your fur out of your eyes," says Jann. "Some kind of hair tie. It'd look very silly but you could see."

Milo of Raxwell

first-and-final

"I think that fur is long enough to braid," snorts Milo.

abeance

"We could do that! I know how to do a basic braid. But you still have to tie them off eventually."

avec-le-coeur

"You can braid my fur if you like."

abeance

"I'll go see what there is in the way of objects to make that last for more than a minute and a half."

Jann wanders off and comes back with some clips, none of which were originally intended for use by men, or on rabbits, or with the other clips in the handful (they are accumulated discards from girlfriends, not a set), but which should suffice, and he sets about braiding Glynn's fur out of his eyes.

avec-le-coeur

Glynn looks pretty thoroughly ridiculous, but he can see now.

And he is the softest fluffiest most pettable rabbit in the world, which brings him great joy.

abeance

Not all of his fur must be braided into submission to allow him to see. So there is some to pet left! Pet pet.

avec-le-coeur