Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Whimisical Wanderers ❯ Chapter 5
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Fantasy | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 08.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 268 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Fantasy | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 08.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 268 | Status: Completed
The Whimsical Wanderers
By Kathryn K Williams
Chapter Five
Wendy awoke to the smell of cooking fish and let out a yawn. She was startled to find herself surrounded by many trees with the early morning sun greeting her through their branches, “Huh? Wha?” She glanced around quickly and spotted Trish sitting near the fire, roasting a couple of fish on sticks, “Trish?!?” She rubbed her eyes in surprise.
“Morning Wendy.” Trish greeted the girl with a smile, “How do you like your fish?” She inquired as she turned one of the fish over on the flames.
“It wasn’t a dream after all, was it?” Wendy asked groggily, still trying to gain her bearings.
Trish regretfully shook her head, “Nope, We really are in the middle of the woods on our way to Wesmoors City.” She took one of the fish off the fire and bit into it with her tiny fangs, ripping apiece off and hungrily swallowed it, “Want one?” She offered another fish to the girl.
Wendy wrinkled her nose at the sight of the fish, “Gross...” She quickly turned away as Trish rip another chuck of fish free of its skeleton and devouring it, “That is disgusting. Couldn’t you make it into a fishwich at least?” She suggested, keeping her eyes off the food.
“A fishwich sounds like a good idea.” Trish picked up a loaf of bread from her pack.
“Do you have anything else to eat?” Wendy inquired, trying hard not to gag as Trish lopped off the fish’s head with a large knife she produced from her boot and placed the fish between two slices of bread.
Trish rummaged through her bag, “Well I have some jelly, peanut butter and butter.” She stated as she pulled out a couple of small clear plastic cubes filled with spread able goods, “I stored away some the last time I went to a restaurant. I think they should be still alright.”
“Butter and Jelly sounds great.” Wendy said hungrily, although the sight of the fish made her feel ill but the smell was causing her stomach to grumble.
“One butter and jelly coming up.” Trish announced as cut a few more slices off the loaf of bread and spread the condiments upon the pieces, and then handed it to Wendy, “Here you are.”
“T... thank you.” She said, embarrassed by her request. She bit into the sandwich and smiled, “Thank you.” She said again.
Trish returned the smile, “Anything. Just ask.” She offered, “I used to cook out behind my parents place a lot to prepare for this day, so it’s really nothing. If it makes you more comfortable then just ask and I’ll see what I can do.”
Wendy flushed, “You don’t have to go through so much trouble for me.” She said between bites.
Trish waved her off, “It’s really nothing.” She glanced at her hand dirty hands, “I need to wash up so I’ll be right back.” She gestured behind herself; “There’s a stream right over here so I won’t be far.”
Wendy nodded, “Alright.” She continued to eat her sandwich as she watched the girl vanish into the brush. After a moment she finished her meal and decided to join Trish in cleaning up. She picked up the new sack that Trish had gotten her the other night and rummaged through it. The sack was entirely empty, not a single thing she had placed in the pack the other night was there. Worriedly she glanced around in search of her things, while shaking the pack upside down. When she did not see them around the campsite, and nothing fell from the sack, she began to panic.
“Trish!!!” She cried out, still searching the camp, “TRISH!!!”
Trish came charging out of the woods, sword drawn and knife in her other hand, “What is it!?!” She spun around in search for some sign of a monster, “Are you alright? Did something attack you?” She inquired worriedly.
“I’ve been robbed.” She stated frenziedly, “They must have taken my things during the night.”
Trish lowered her weapon, “Is that all?” She said with a sigh of relief, “I thought you were being attacked.”
Wendy glared at the girl, “Is that all?’” She inquired in bewilderment, “I’m robbed and that is all you can say.”
Trish took the sack from Wendy’s hands, “You weren’t robbed.” She stated lightly, “I watched the camp all night and there was no one who could have robbed you.”
Wendy wildly gestured about the camp, “Then were are my clothes and other things?”
“This is a Sack of Organization.” She explained as she closed the pack, “Just snap your fingers three times and say what you want and it will appear.” Trish snapped her fingers several times over the pack, “Clothes.” She commanded, “They should be there now.” She stated as she opened the bag and looked within. A broad grin crossed her face as she pulled out a black silk pair of panties, “These look interesting? Do you actually wear them?”
Wendy’s face changed to a bright shade of red, “Gimme those!!” She quickly snatched the underwear from the girl’s hands, but was not fast enough to grab the sack.
“What else do you have in here?” Trish inquired, dodging out of the girl’s reach.
“Come on...” Wendy whined, “Don’t look!!!”
Trish handed the pack back to the girl, “I was just kidding.” She tried hard to wipe the smile off her face, “I never thought you would be interested in fancy panties.”
Wendy hastily took the pack and hugged it close to her body, her face getting redder by the moment, “You didn’t have to look.” She stuck out her bottom lip.
Trish felt guilty for her actions, “Sorry. You can look in my pack if you wish.” She offered, picking up her own pack and opened up for the girl, “Organization Sacks are very handy. I even have a frost elemental with the food to keep it cold.”
For the first time Wendy noticed icy fog drifting up from Trish’s pack. She looked inside to see many different foods filling it to the brim, “I never knew they made things like this now a days.” She stated in astonishment, “You didn’t tell me it was a magical bag. That is amazing.”
“You can look through it all you like.” Trish proposed, holding the pack out to Wendy, “I really don’t mind.”
Wendy shook her head bashfully, “No. That is alright.” She insisted.
Trish set her pack on the ground and picked up a small black cube off the ground, “Wait until you see Wesmoors City. I hear it’s filled with things that will make these items seem rather simple.” She stated, opening the lid of the cube and holding it out to the fire, “Come come.” She softly requested of the flames. In response to her bidding a eye appeared in the centre of the fire and stared at the cube then leapt from its place on the chard log and into the cube, which Trish closed immediately after all the fire was entirely out.
“I never knew any of this stuff existed before.” Wendy remarked in bewilderment, “I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.” She stated in a slightly frightened voice.
“You will be fine.” Trish insisted as she got to her feet and walked over to the girl, “You’re a lot smarter then you think, you just have to get over your fear of new things.” She took the girl’s hand and set the cube in her palm, “Here, you watch over this little guy for me, alright?”
Wendy stared at the cube in confusion, “B... but....” Trish let go of her hand and started to bury their campfire site, “What do I do with it?” Wendy inquired worriedly.
Trish shrugged, “Put it in your pack if you like, or keep it in your pocket.” She suggested, “But don’t let it free anywhere. It’s a hungry little devil.” She warned.
“What does it eat?” Wendy asked, more curious of the creature within the cube.
“Whatever can catch on fire.” Trish stated merely as she picked up her pack and through it over her shoulder, “Come on. We only have seven days to get to Wesmoors City and the trip will be close if we don’t hurry.” She picked up the last fish on a stick and started on her way.
“Al... alright...” Wendy hurried after her friend, stuffing the cube in her dress pocket.
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To be Continued . . .
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This story is copyright of Kathryn K Williams. All characters and settings are her creation and should not be used by any others.
If you wish to view art from this series please visit my deviant arts site at: http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/
For more of my stories visit my deviant hearts site at: http://www.devianthearts.com/viewuser.php?uid=159
Also if you spot any typos or other errors please contact me at katwilliams @ rogers.com
By Kathryn K Williams
Chapter Five
Wendy awoke to the smell of cooking fish and let out a yawn. She was startled to find herself surrounded by many trees with the early morning sun greeting her through their branches, “Huh? Wha?” She glanced around quickly and spotted Trish sitting near the fire, roasting a couple of fish on sticks, “Trish?!?” She rubbed her eyes in surprise.
“Morning Wendy.” Trish greeted the girl with a smile, “How do you like your fish?” She inquired as she turned one of the fish over on the flames.
“It wasn’t a dream after all, was it?” Wendy asked groggily, still trying to gain her bearings.
Trish regretfully shook her head, “Nope, We really are in the middle of the woods on our way to Wesmoors City.” She took one of the fish off the fire and bit into it with her tiny fangs, ripping apiece off and hungrily swallowed it, “Want one?” She offered another fish to the girl.
Wendy wrinkled her nose at the sight of the fish, “Gross...” She quickly turned away as Trish rip another chuck of fish free of its skeleton and devouring it, “That is disgusting. Couldn’t you make it into a fishwich at least?” She suggested, keeping her eyes off the food.
“A fishwich sounds like a good idea.” Trish picked up a loaf of bread from her pack.
“Do you have anything else to eat?” Wendy inquired, trying hard not to gag as Trish lopped off the fish’s head with a large knife she produced from her boot and placed the fish between two slices of bread.
Trish rummaged through her bag, “Well I have some jelly, peanut butter and butter.” She stated as she pulled out a couple of small clear plastic cubes filled with spread able goods, “I stored away some the last time I went to a restaurant. I think they should be still alright.”
“Butter and Jelly sounds great.” Wendy said hungrily, although the sight of the fish made her feel ill but the smell was causing her stomach to grumble.
“One butter and jelly coming up.” Trish announced as cut a few more slices off the loaf of bread and spread the condiments upon the pieces, and then handed it to Wendy, “Here you are.”
“T... thank you.” She said, embarrassed by her request. She bit into the sandwich and smiled, “Thank you.” She said again.
Trish returned the smile, “Anything. Just ask.” She offered, “I used to cook out behind my parents place a lot to prepare for this day, so it’s really nothing. If it makes you more comfortable then just ask and I’ll see what I can do.”
Wendy flushed, “You don’t have to go through so much trouble for me.” She said between bites.
Trish waved her off, “It’s really nothing.” She glanced at her hand dirty hands, “I need to wash up so I’ll be right back.” She gestured behind herself; “There’s a stream right over here so I won’t be far.”
Wendy nodded, “Alright.” She continued to eat her sandwich as she watched the girl vanish into the brush. After a moment she finished her meal and decided to join Trish in cleaning up. She picked up the new sack that Trish had gotten her the other night and rummaged through it. The sack was entirely empty, not a single thing she had placed in the pack the other night was there. Worriedly she glanced around in search of her things, while shaking the pack upside down. When she did not see them around the campsite, and nothing fell from the sack, she began to panic.
“Trish!!!” She cried out, still searching the camp, “TRISH!!!”
Trish came charging out of the woods, sword drawn and knife in her other hand, “What is it!?!” She spun around in search for some sign of a monster, “Are you alright? Did something attack you?” She inquired worriedly.
“I’ve been robbed.” She stated frenziedly, “They must have taken my things during the night.”
Trish lowered her weapon, “Is that all?” She said with a sigh of relief, “I thought you were being attacked.”
Wendy glared at the girl, “Is that all?’” She inquired in bewilderment, “I’m robbed and that is all you can say.”
Trish took the sack from Wendy’s hands, “You weren’t robbed.” She stated lightly, “I watched the camp all night and there was no one who could have robbed you.”
Wendy wildly gestured about the camp, “Then were are my clothes and other things?”
“This is a Sack of Organization.” She explained as she closed the pack, “Just snap your fingers three times and say what you want and it will appear.” Trish snapped her fingers several times over the pack, “Clothes.” She commanded, “They should be there now.” She stated as she opened the bag and looked within. A broad grin crossed her face as she pulled out a black silk pair of panties, “These look interesting? Do you actually wear them?”
Wendy’s face changed to a bright shade of red, “Gimme those!!” She quickly snatched the underwear from the girl’s hands, but was not fast enough to grab the sack.
“What else do you have in here?” Trish inquired, dodging out of the girl’s reach.
“Come on...” Wendy whined, “Don’t look!!!”
Trish handed the pack back to the girl, “I was just kidding.” She tried hard to wipe the smile off her face, “I never thought you would be interested in fancy panties.”
Wendy hastily took the pack and hugged it close to her body, her face getting redder by the moment, “You didn’t have to look.” She stuck out her bottom lip.
Trish felt guilty for her actions, “Sorry. You can look in my pack if you wish.” She offered, picking up her own pack and opened up for the girl, “Organization Sacks are very handy. I even have a frost elemental with the food to keep it cold.”
For the first time Wendy noticed icy fog drifting up from Trish’s pack. She looked inside to see many different foods filling it to the brim, “I never knew they made things like this now a days.” She stated in astonishment, “You didn’t tell me it was a magical bag. That is amazing.”
“You can look through it all you like.” Trish proposed, holding the pack out to Wendy, “I really don’t mind.”
Wendy shook her head bashfully, “No. That is alright.” She insisted.
Trish set her pack on the ground and picked up a small black cube off the ground, “Wait until you see Wesmoors City. I hear it’s filled with things that will make these items seem rather simple.” She stated, opening the lid of the cube and holding it out to the fire, “Come come.” She softly requested of the flames. In response to her bidding a eye appeared in the centre of the fire and stared at the cube then leapt from its place on the chard log and into the cube, which Trish closed immediately after all the fire was entirely out.
“I never knew any of this stuff existed before.” Wendy remarked in bewilderment, “I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.” She stated in a slightly frightened voice.
“You will be fine.” Trish insisted as she got to her feet and walked over to the girl, “You’re a lot smarter then you think, you just have to get over your fear of new things.” She took the girl’s hand and set the cube in her palm, “Here, you watch over this little guy for me, alright?”
Wendy stared at the cube in confusion, “B... but....” Trish let go of her hand and started to bury their campfire site, “What do I do with it?” Wendy inquired worriedly.
Trish shrugged, “Put it in your pack if you like, or keep it in your pocket.” She suggested, “But don’t let it free anywhere. It’s a hungry little devil.” She warned.
“What does it eat?” Wendy asked, more curious of the creature within the cube.
“Whatever can catch on fire.” Trish stated merely as she picked up her pack and through it over her shoulder, “Come on. We only have seven days to get to Wesmoors City and the trip will be close if we don’t hurry.” She picked up the last fish on a stick and started on her way.
“Al... alright...” Wendy hurried after her friend, stuffing the cube in her dress pocket.
*****
To be Continued . . .
*****
This story is copyright of Kathryn K Williams. All characters and settings are her creation and should not be used by any others.
If you wish to view art from this series please visit my deviant arts site at: http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/
For more of my stories visit my deviant hearts site at: http://www.devianthearts.com/viewuser.php?uid=159
Also if you spot any typos or other errors please contact me at katwilliams @ rogers.com