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nexus_crossings2023-12-24 09:54 am
desertpowered) wrote in nexus_crossings2023-12-24 09:54 am
A Snowflake in the Desert
There’s a young man hanging around the Plaza with two owl-griffins perched on his shoulders. Paul Atreides isn’t particularly used to snow, but he doesn’t seem that bothered by it either, wearing a coat to keep out the cold and holding a small bag of meaty chunks. Occasionally he tosses one to the griffins, who eagerly snatch it.
He’s careful only to bring out animals who have tolerance for the winter - Paul himself can adjust to it, but it took him a little time and he is still learning things about the season. Not so much serious things, since this winter doesn’t seem to be so serious. He’s more interested in the ways people entertain themselves. Oh, he knows about snowball fights and Yule goats, but his hunger for knowledge is never easily satisfied.
Paul rubs one of his griffin friends under the chin and rewards it with a piece of meat, then turns to anyone who approaches him. “Tell me, what is your favorite thing to do during this time of the year?”
He’s careful only to bring out animals who have tolerance for the winter - Paul himself can adjust to it, but it took him a little time and he is still learning things about the season. Not so much serious things, since this winter doesn’t seem to be so serious. He’s more interested in the ways people entertain themselves. Oh, he knows about snowball fights and Yule goats, but his hunger for knowledge is never easily satisfied.
Paul rubs one of his griffin friends under the chin and rewards it with a piece of meat, then turns to anyone who approaches him. “Tell me, what is your favorite thing to do during this time of the year?”
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Oscar wasn't exactly exhibiting any Christmas spirit because he was a grouch. Sort of a Sesame Street version of the Grinch. Merry Trashmas, buddy.
"Uh, nice big---whatever those things are. They're not like any birds I've seen before."
Big Bird didn't look like that.
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He tosses a piece of meat to the other owl-griffin so it wouldn’t feel left out. Paul tries not to show favorites with his various animal companions, though the griffins are better in the cold weather than some others.
The griffin on Paul’s right shoulder scratches itself.
“They’re my friends. We live together, and they find food for me in the Wilds.”
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"I don't have many of those since I like to keep myself inside my trashcan."
That's a lie, Oscar. You have Nexus friends here now as well as back home on Sesame Street. Such a grouch you are.
"The Wilds? That the name of your street?"