The week had her scowling as she desperately wanted to get it out of her mind. The fact that that ...that.. that... PIG kissed her! And then had the decency to laugh at her.. But no, of corse Korrena told no one of the plight, but it was obvious that as they were getting cut down from her traps that there was a level of hostility. High level of hostility.

 

And thusly, She needed to be cheered up. And with the scent of fresh pies waffering from the kitchens, Korrena had the inclination to try out her trick in hopes of not getting caught. However there was a bit of a change to her rhyme. Sneaking carefully aroudn the side of the building, the rhyme being played in her head as she looked into the kitchens.

 

"Boil, Boil, Toil and Trouble

 

A piggie stew for the wolfie me

 

And a piggie is good eating, you shall see

 

A piggie that crosses the wolfie me

 

is trouble indeedily indeed.

 

I'll huff and I'll puff

 

No piggie can stand in my way."

 

 

Especially... that piggie!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Korrena

The mid-afternoon sun beat warmed Ransom's face, as he lazed on the roof of the kitchens. Cloud was off running through some field with a female wolf. He kept sending excited feelings and the image of wind sweeping across a sunlit meadow.

 

- A piggie stew for the wolfie me -

 

The thought burst into his mind suddenly, and he chuckled softly to himself. Sitting up, he saw the familiar dark hair and blue eyes. She had been avoiding him ever since their first meeting, and he couldn't figure out why for the life of him. Their last meeting had been loads of fun.

 

He snuck towards the side of the building she was headed towards, and watched, as she peered through the window. Hooking his legs over the side, he let his torso swing down in front of her, so that they were face to face.

 

"What's your obsession with pigs?"

 

Ransom Terin

Hmm.. Pie .. She peered into the window for a moment, ducked down, stood up and suddenly there was a face in her view and a rather unwelcome one at that!

 

"GAH!" Korrena fell backwards onto the ground and stood up just as quickly. "You! Go away, Pig. I don't like you."

 

- She's an odd one, that's for sure. -

 

Ransom couldn't keep the grin from his face as he swung lazily back and forth and his shaggy hair dangled down. He had left his cloak stretched out on the roof as a blanket and almost missed its weight.

 

"I thought we already established that I'm not a pig." He said simply before releasing the roof with his legs and landing squarely on his arms. Righting himself, he proffered a hand to help her up. "No snout, no tail. Why do you insist on calling me that?" He asked with a smile.

 

Korrena turned up her nose and looked down... or up.. but still down.. at him. She hardly cared for him, and the mere knoweldge that he was going to ruin a perfectly good pie snatching just out right infuriated her.

 

"I call you what I percieve you to be, and in this case, I see you as a pig. A pig that will only be eaten by wolves." Her eyes glowered at him as she turned to walk away. Why waste her fun time with him.

 

- What she percieved him as? Well, if that's how it worked... -

 

"Well then I shall call you Bunny." He said, stepping back out of sight of the window so that he could survey the entire room without being noticed. An image of a wolf tearing a pig's throat out flashed through his mind.

 

"What am I supposed to call you? You haven't given me your name yet." He said with an innocent look.

 

She scowled, her nose wrinkling at the name. "Bunny?" So he didn't know her name, and she was half inclined to keep it that way. However, this new nickname didn't sit too well with her and she felt the urge to correct him on it. But a part of her could not help but smile, surprisingly sweetly up at him. A simple image of Ransom sneaking away with a pie, pushing the image out at him with a grin that grew bigger and bigger. There was a noise from in the kitchen and with that she turned and started to run away.

 

Ransom's head was suddenly filled with the overpowering image of him sneaking off with a pie. Then she was darting away from him, across the center of town and there was a great clamor from in the kitchens.

 

As a head poked itself out from the window he was grateful that he had taken the time to step back into the shadow's and out of sight and downwind. The head withdrew, and he could see the bodies in the kitchen heading towards the front of the building.

 

As soon as everyone was rushing out, he leaned his torso in through the window. - If I'm to be accused of something, I might as well enjoy it. - The thought flicked quickly through his mind as he liberated a pie from its imprisonment on the counter and swiftly extricated himself from the window. He could hear the clamor of the cooks rushing out through the doors and rushed to the corner of the building, scrabbling his way back up the side while balancing the pie on one hand.

 

He crawled to where he had left his cloak, and grabbed it, hurrying around to the south side of the building where there would be the most shadow. Snuggling down into the threshing of the roof, he tossed his cloak inside out over him. This had the advantage of hiding the colorful patches with it’s soft brown lining, and keeping the scent of him, and, more importantly, the pie, stifled. The wind was blowing from the North and sweeping his scent off into the plain to the South.

 

Certain that he would not be caught for awhile, he tucked into his snack.