It's Christmas!

[alderwood]

Characters: Baby turtles and you!
Date: December 25/26/27!
Location: All over Keeliai!
Situation: The baby turtles are hatching, and Christmas spirit comes with them!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines, otherwise have at!

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[werethatgood]

[ And Cassie kisses his cheek right back, giggling. (Hey, if the turtle doesn't object to the name...) ]

[ Then she gives him a very innocent, wide-eyed look. ]

Why... I think I'd love some fish, today!

[ Because of all the variety that Keeliai offers, of course. Then she grins and Cassie Jr. ]

Would you like some fish?

[langsyne]

Fish?

[How absolutely...turtle-y. Scott stares at Cassie for a moment, not sure whether she genuinely wants fish or if she's just saying it to make Raphael happy. If it's the latter, she's doing a good job; the turtle immediately perks up, eyes wide, and bumps Cassie gently in approval.

Scott, for his part, just shakes his head in defeat, though there's a smile on his face.]

If the both of you want fish, then who am I to say no? Fish it is then, though none of that raw stuff. Only cooked fish.

[werethatgood]

[ Actually, Cassie was trying to make it easier for Scott. Because she knows he'll try to get her what she wants, and, since she doesn't have anything she's really craving for, she goes for the easiest option. ]

[ The turtle's enthusiasm takes her a bit by surprise, but she laughs, and hugs his head, petting a little. ]

Cooked fish! With mashed potatoes-like veggies! Or something else, if you want!

[ Then she turns the blue eyes at the turtle. ]

May I ride? At least a bit of the way?

[ It's not that she doesn't like walking, not it at all. It's just that there's something really, really nice about the way he moves. Almost like floating, a little. (Maybe it's just her imagination, but she's allowed that, right?) ]

[langsyne]

[The turtle, of course, doesn't dream of saying no; he chirps happily and slowly moves forward until he's in a prime position for Cassie to hop up on his back and ride. Anything for his favorite older sister.

Scott, for his part, just laughs.]

Just don't make a habit of it, alright? We don't need you turning into a roly-poly just because you've got your own personal taxi service. [That said:] Need a hand up?

[werethatgood]

[ Cassie laughs as she scrambles up the shell, because the idea is just ludicrous. She gets her exercise, all right? It's just... like nothing else, being in touch with the turtle all the time, and knowing she can trust him in a way she really hasn't thought of trusting her motions to another being. Yes, she's ridden on the shoulder of fliers, knowing that if they dropped her, she might be in trouble. This was just... different. Or maybe the baby turtle was different. ]

No, sir! [ She grins at her dad. ] But I'd like a hand down, later!

[ Because coming down is always trickier than climbing up, right? Especially when there's snow and ice involved. ]

You need anything?

[ She sprawled on the turtle's back, making herself comfortable and just a little smaller, to make it easier for him. Not enough for most people to notice, but. ]

[langsyne]

[He looks up, shading his eyes a little against the midday sun. If she weren't on the back of a giant turtle, bundled up in winter clothing, Scott would swear he was looking at some princess shrouded in sunlight and headed off to war. As it is, she is on a turtle, but maybe it's just some twisted version of one of those fairy tale stories he used to read to her all the time when she was younger.

'On the back of a turtle' does have a nice ring to it anyway.]

I need something that'll magically turn me back into a 20 year old again, but since I don't think they've got any of that here, whatever passes for a burger here will do.

[As if on cue, his stomach gives a nice loud rumble. Good to know some things still haven't changed.]

But let's go then. I'll even be nice and let you two lead the way.

[werethatgood]

[ Cassie wrinkles her nose, even if her tone is light. ]

Yeah, but twenty years younger means you wouldn't know me. And that is a state of things that I have objections to.

That way!

[ Obediently, and with amusement at his 'daddy,' the turtle starts moving in the direction she pointed. ]

Once we reach the intersection, it'll be a matter of simply following our noses, anyway!