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Melia
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Original poster
"I twust myself!" Matt protested as she began swirling away in a gust of wind. “Hey! Hey!” His cries went unheard as he stepped toward her, “Hey! You didn’t answer my questions! Hey!” But she was gone, the gust of wind caressing his face, almost as if she had touched him. He shivered a little bit, then noticed the little bag, teetering on the edge of the cliff. He dove at it, catching it just before it fell off the ledge, its weight heavier than should be expected from such a small bag. He cradled the bag in his lap, and then glanced toward the entrance of the cave. “Did you see-?” he began to ask Arianna, but saw she was asleep.
Trust myself. Bollocks. If I need something call her with my heart. Gay. I needed answers and you didn’t give them to me.
…Well at least she had nice tits...
How does one call with their heart anyway? Oh fairy-pixie-elf-angel-profit-oracle-lady-with-the-tits, I’m calling you…
But there was no reply. A breeze maybe, that ruffled his hair. He looked at the bag and settled himself cross-legged on the rock and opened up the bag. She said it held anything he needed. Well, he doubted there would be anything outside of the time frame. Nothing modern, like a piano or a guitar… or a GPS or… or a radio…
Not that things like that could fit in such a bag.
But when he stuck his hand in, the bag felt endless. He pulled out a book. As he flipped through it, he saw it held tips on survival. How to identify edible plants, what to do in case of a snake bite, medicinal herbs, how to dress a rabbit, how to build a fire. He could tell some of it was outdated. Advice of the times. He saw things such as bleeding someone to rid them of fever or illness. No one did that anymore.
Matt set the book aside and dug back into the bag. He pulled out clothes that seemed to fit the fashion of the times. He wrinkled his nose. He would wear such things only when it was necessary. He was happy to find a hat. He might need that sometimes. And there was chainmail. That looked heavy. A knife. Shiny objects that looked as if Arianna might enjoy them. Matt nearly cried with joy when he pulled out an instrument that was very similar to a guitar.
“Ohh~” he crooned, hugging the instrument to his chest. He strummed the strings and made gleeful noises as he found it played very similar to a modern guitar. It sounded much different. But he didn’t care. It was close enough and that was all he needed.
There was food. And that seemed like some Jesus trick, because it seemed to replenish itself as he pulled some bread from the bag and shoved it in his mouth. He hadn’t realized that he was really this hungry. But when he thought about it, he hadn’t really properly eaten in almost three days. When he finished the bread he dove in and found a potato. The potato would be better cooked over a fire. Surely there was some sort of kettle- Matt pushed his head into the bag, searching.
Found it.
Shoes, money of a style he’d never seen before, another book, this one was about dragons. He pulled it out and set it aside. He would save that for later.
What I need is a map.
One appeared right in front of his face.
Oh. Alright.
He pulled that out.
But I don’t know where I am…
A compass appeared.
I don’t… know how to- right… survival book…
He glanced over at the small pile he had made.
He would play with the things later. But right now, the most important thing was to hunt for food for Arianna. He packed the things back in the bag and tied the bag around a belt loop in his trousers. The weight of it tugged a bit at the sides of his trousers, pulling them down on the one side and exposing his prominent hipbone. He tightened his belt to accommodate. The bag was a mystery to him though. It was small but held so much. It had a substantial weight to it, but still not nearly enough to accommodate the items it held.
I think I’ve gone mental.
Matt picked up the sword that he’d laid down on the rock next to him.
“Okay foxes, come at me,” he said out loud, moving his way down the ledge and into the forest area. He hoped the survival book had some hunting tips if he needed it, which he probably would. But stubborn as Matt could be, he wanted to try and see if he could do it on his own, first.
Trust myself. Bollocks. If I need something call her with my heart. Gay. I needed answers and you didn’t give them to me.
…Well at least she had nice tits...
How does one call with their heart anyway? Oh fairy-pixie-elf-angel-profit-oracle-lady-with-the-tits, I’m calling you…
But there was no reply. A breeze maybe, that ruffled his hair. He looked at the bag and settled himself cross-legged on the rock and opened up the bag. She said it held anything he needed. Well, he doubted there would be anything outside of the time frame. Nothing modern, like a piano or a guitar… or a GPS or… or a radio…
Not that things like that could fit in such a bag.
But when he stuck his hand in, the bag felt endless. He pulled out a book. As he flipped through it, he saw it held tips on survival. How to identify edible plants, what to do in case of a snake bite, medicinal herbs, how to dress a rabbit, how to build a fire. He could tell some of it was outdated. Advice of the times. He saw things such as bleeding someone to rid them of fever or illness. No one did that anymore.
Matt set the book aside and dug back into the bag. He pulled out clothes that seemed to fit the fashion of the times. He wrinkled his nose. He would wear such things only when it was necessary. He was happy to find a hat. He might need that sometimes. And there was chainmail. That looked heavy. A knife. Shiny objects that looked as if Arianna might enjoy them. Matt nearly cried with joy when he pulled out an instrument that was very similar to a guitar.
“Ohh~” he crooned, hugging the instrument to his chest. He strummed the strings and made gleeful noises as he found it played very similar to a modern guitar. It sounded much different. But he didn’t care. It was close enough and that was all he needed.
There was food. And that seemed like some Jesus trick, because it seemed to replenish itself as he pulled some bread from the bag and shoved it in his mouth. He hadn’t realized that he was really this hungry. But when he thought about it, he hadn’t really properly eaten in almost three days. When he finished the bread he dove in and found a potato. The potato would be better cooked over a fire. Surely there was some sort of kettle- Matt pushed his head into the bag, searching.
Found it.
Shoes, money of a style he’d never seen before, another book, this one was about dragons. He pulled it out and set it aside. He would save that for later.
What I need is a map.
One appeared right in front of his face.
Oh. Alright.
He pulled that out.
But I don’t know where I am…
A compass appeared.
I don’t… know how to- right… survival book…
He glanced over at the small pile he had made.
He would play with the things later. But right now, the most important thing was to hunt for food for Arianna. He packed the things back in the bag and tied the bag around a belt loop in his trousers. The weight of it tugged a bit at the sides of his trousers, pulling them down on the one side and exposing his prominent hipbone. He tightened his belt to accommodate. The bag was a mystery to him though. It was small but held so much. It had a substantial weight to it, but still not nearly enough to accommodate the items it held.
I think I’ve gone mental.
Matt picked up the sword that he’d laid down on the rock next to him.
“Okay foxes, come at me,” he said out loud, moving his way down the ledge and into the forest area. He hoped the survival book had some hunting tips if he needed it, which he probably would. But stubborn as Matt could be, he wanted to try and see if he could do it on his own, first.