The Frisky Ferret got a nuttie

The Frisky Ferret sticks her head under water and looks around for fishies
The Elf Susan takes cover near a trunk, melting with the shadows, taking her time to see the two animals more closely, enjoying the encounter with some of illustries wonders. Susan plans quickly, then rummages in her pouch, finding some nuts. A hushed, nearly whisper is uttered in excitement: "Beavers...Avevani loves me today...", then she bends down, offering the nuts in the palm of her hand as she slowly approaches the two animals.
The Frisky Ferret blinks as she hears a voice and then looks around, looking for the source
The Elf Susan playfully allows the two nuts in her hand to dangle against each other, producing - so Susan hoped - an alluring sound, a promise of deliciousness to the two beavers. "Couchie couchie couchie" she mutters with an encouraging tone, hoping they would come for the food offered.
The Frisky Ferret’s eyes are caught by the attention of the nuts in the creatures paw, and she gives her the begging look with huge eyes. She slowly walks closer, looking almost hypnotised by the nuts
The Elf Susan allows a soft smile to play around her lips, her eyes looking warmly at the two creatures of wood and river, not stepping closer. She remembered the stench of her feet last time, she had carelessly tapped into the water. Her boots were leaky, she remembered, then smile some more as on of the 'beavers' approaches. "Nuttie nut...." she nods, her head gently bowing.
The Frisky Otter looks for small fish in the water
The Frisky Ferret takes another small step closer and sits down in front of the 2-legged creature, looking with big begging eyes, her tongue half dangling outside…
The Frisky Otter runs behind a fishie
The Frisky Ferret hears her mate splash through the water
The Frisky Otter “borw sayyta ad” (“darn missed it”)
The Elf Susan slowly approaches her hand with the nut to the 'beavers' mouth, offering an easy pick up. She heard another approach and only hoped, the animals would not shy away from the small group of bipeds.
The Frisky Otter looks in the water, fish disappeared
The Frisky Ferret sniffles with her nosie, just above the nut. She slowly opens her mouth, exposing the sharp teeth and then quickly snatches the nut from the hand
The Frisky Ferret looks at her mate as she starts to munch the nut
The Frisky Otter walks around in the water ignoring that two-legged creatures, looking for fish
The Frisky Ferret “su ded o widdau” (“me got a nuttie”)
The Elf Susan smiles and sits down, trying to make her look less huge to the small animals, then not moving much, wondering if the animal draws away. Susans hand remains in reach, palm open and directed skywards.
The Frisky Otter “A haquu walouauy seru” (“I like fishies more”)
The Frisky Ferret “walou soquu nei word” (“fish make you fart”)
The Frisky Otter “A quwem” (“I know”)
The Frisky Ferret keeps chewing the nut, cracking it between her strong jaws
The Frisky Otter dives and catches a yummy fish
The Frisky Ferret watches the sitting elf and blinks a few times with huge begging eyes, pointing with her nosie to the nut
The Frisky Otter looks over to his mate quickly swallowing the small fish
The Elf Susan slowly approaches the 'beaver' with her hand, looking forward for some harmless stroking of the animal, her hand moving past the beavers head, to find a cuddly spot to tend to on the beavers side.
The Frisky Ferret lets her touch her fur
The Frisky Otter calls his mate to not eat that food
The Frisky Ferret sneers back to her mate
The Frisky Otter looks up to that creature and pulls on his mates tail with his teeth
The Elf Susan smiles and gently runs her hand over the fur, hoping some loose hairs would get stuck on her hands. The fur was wet, as they had played in the water only moments earlier and so the water moistened her hand, too. Gently she pads the beaver, feeling the wet fur tickling on her hand.
The Frisky Ferret yelps
The Frisky Ferret protests to her mate, she wants the nut
The Frisky Otter bumps into her
The Elf Susan hopes she had enough hair clinging on her hand by now and offers the second nut as a reward, smiling. "There you go...a nut for now, one for later..." she mutters in eldamarin elven.
The Frisky Ferret jumps forward to snatch the nut and then crawls back quickly
The Frisky Otter is angry that his mate takes that food
The Frisky Ferret looks at her mate and then tosses the nut high up in the air. She opens her mouth and catches the nut between her teeth
The Frisky Otter is angry squeaking about that feeding
The Frisky Ferret cracks the nut between her teeth and swallows it
The Frisky Ferret gives her mate an angry look and hisses at him
The Frisky Ferret gives her mate a head-bump
The Frisky Otter nudges her tail
The Frisky Otter bites gently in his mates thigh
The Frisky Ferret frowns and is still angry at him for biting her tail
The Frisky Otter looks for fishies, dives in the water and catches one
The Frisky Ferret sits down and looks at the two legged creature, begging for more
The Elf Susan scampers back to her feet - slowly, then brushes her hands on her pants, leaving small stains of moistness. Lazily Susan takes a look around, A gently shrug runs through her form, then she takes a deep breath, enjoying the serene peacefulness of the scene.
The Frisky Otter carries the fishy proud to his mate and lays it down
The Frisky Ferret looks at the dancing fishy, and then towards her mate
The Frisky Ferret slowly lowers her head and licks the fishy
The Frisky Otter pushes the fish to her with his nose
The Frisky Ferret tries to take it in her mouth, but the fish keeps dancing around, it is fighting to stay out of the ferrets mouth.
The Frisky Ferret smashes a paw on the fish, dives down with her head and rips off the fish head
The Frisky Otter looks up to her and calls friendly
The Frisky Ferret murrssss softly and starts to eat the gift
The Frisky Otter looks at her eating and lays down
The Frisky Ferret licks the tail and munches the crunchy bits
The Elf Susan chuckles gently, watching the two beavers play with their prey, remembering her dark and cruel times around the time when she reached the age of adulthood, softly contemplating that that was one thing she never did...she never played with her prey. Was there a difference? she wonders in her thoughts - as both the beavers as well as herself had taken other creatures lives for the sole purpose of survival. Susan shrugs off her contemplations and slowly and carefully paws away, heading back to the mage guild house.