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AO3 is down, so it's just on here for now! For ectober day 30: Dead Air!
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So, Danny didn’t float behind Matthew and Joanna. He was invisible. They couldn’t see him. Why would he float behind them, when he could float in front of them? Floating in front of them was much superior, in terms of being able to protect them.
For Ectober day 29: Polaroid.
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Danny wasn’t as familiar with the structure of Andyr as he’d like.
“What’s the lower hall?” he asked.
At the same time, Matthew, alarmed, asked, “Which lower hall?”
The rest of the cousins tried to explain all at once. This didn’t help.
Ysylt clapped her hands together, summoning a burst of light, then gestured to Gwensyvyr.
“Thank you,” said Gwensyvyr. Then, “We should keep moving.”
A drabble for Ectober day 28: Anti-Creep Stick
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Sam looked from the bat, to Jazz, to the ghost on the ground with a huge dent in its head, then back to the bat. “I thought that it was just a bat with the name ‘Fenton’ on it.” The name wasn’t even applied well - it was on a peeling, hard to read sticker.
“Yeah!” said Jazz, panting (beating the crap out of someone was hard work). “And the name Fenton means something, damn it! If I live in a world where magic’s real, I can use it to hit you with a bat!”
Slowly, Sam sidled away from Jazz.
Written for Ectober week day 28: caramel apple!
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Danny didn’t know his way around the castle. Obviously. Being an ally of Queen Dora didn’t magically tell him how to get around her house. Castle. Keep? Whatever. Danny didn’t know castle terminology, so sue him. He didn’t live in one.
Although, if he did, maybe he wouldn’t have felt so lost.
For Ectober day 26: Radiation!
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“To be honest, and as much as it pains me to admit it,” said Frostbite, after Danny continued to question him and circled back to the present issue, “our tribe's record-keeping tends to suffer in gold ages. Draconic territorial needs - or the needs of other large beasts that occasionally arise - force us to scatter.”
“So, you usually don't become knights or… princes…?”
“The more accepted term is princeling, I believe, to account for all genders. And not to my knowledge, even when such things are a possibility. Oh, we all maintain friendly relations, but certain activities require greater unity of purpose - or greater foresight - than is generally expressed at such times.”
Danny hummed in what he hoped was an understanding sort of way. Frostbite sounded sort of embarrassed.