The Garden, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Whatcha making?" Jack asked, kinda politely. Cuz she was a girl and he should be polite even if they did have cooties .

[glacial_queen]

Pssht. If it came down to it, Karla would happily explain just exactly who in the conversation had cooties.

Hint: not the girl Healer.

"Mud pies," Karla explained for about the fifth time today. Did no one in this Province make them? That was just weird. "Want some mud?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sure!"

There was no way this could end badly, right?

[glacial_queen]

NO, BUT ONLY CAUSE JACK WAS GONNA START IT.

Karla scooped up some mud and set it over to the side. "Have some mud," she offered.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

KARLA STARTED IT.

"Thanks!" He started to play with the mud, to make it perfectly circular. ...he may have been a bit too enthusiastic with his hand motions. Just a bit of flinging, really, nothing to notice.

[glacial_queen]

"Hey!" Karla protested, glaring at him. "Be more careful about where you're throwin' that!"

Darkness forbid she should get even more mud-spattered or something.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Right, like Jack hit the clean parts of Karla or something.

"I'm being careful!" Jack insisted.

[glacial_queen]

"Not!" Karla argued. "You threw mud at me. Right here!" She pointed to one spot of mud on her dress, clearly differentiated by the other patches of mud by the fact that that one had been thrown by Jack.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Which spot?"

He could see no spot on her that wasn't there already.

[glacial_queen]

"THIS ONE!" Karla said, pointing.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"That's all mud! THAT'S NOT MINE!" There was a wee bit of shouting there.

[glacial_queen]

"IS TOO YOURS!" Karla had no problems with shouting back. "YOU THREW IT ON ME!"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"YOU CAN'T TELL WHAT MUD IS MINE AND WHAT MUD ISN'T. THAT'S YOUR MUD." Volume denoted Jack was right.

[glacial_queen]

"I CAN TOO!" Karla howled, seeing his volume and adding shrillness to it. "THAT'S YOUR MUD! I SAW IT LAND!"

On top of other mud, most likely.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"THERE WAS ALREADY A TON OF MUD THERE!" Which was true, really.
His stomach rumbled. "I want a real pie now, not a mud one."

[glacial_queen]

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO JUST THROW MUD WHEREVER YOU WANT TO!" Karla retorted.

Her stomach answered his. "Oh, me too," she said. "You know where to get some?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"The common room? That's where I'd be if I was a pie," he said, pointing.

Please ignore any mud that may have been flung while pointing.

[glacial_queen]

Karla was incapable of doing so. Even for pie.

"STOP FLINGING MUD AT ME!"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He whirled at her. Nope, no mud flinging there. Really.

"STOP SHOUTING THAT I'M FLINGING MUD YOU MUD LICKER!"

[glacial_queen]

"DON'T YOU CALL ME A MUD LICKER!" Karla screamed. She scooped up a double handful of mud and flung it at jack. "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I LIKE IT. HERE, HAVE SOME MORE!" Fling!

[glacial_queen]

There was one problem that wee!Jack could not foresee. He didn't have older!Jack's knowledge of Karla and Craft. So after Karla wiped the flung mud off her face, there was a moment of stillness.

And then all of the mud in the two rows Karla had irrigated--including all of her mudpies--was lifted into the air and dropped on Jack's head.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Well, now, that posed a problem, as wee!Jack could not forsee. Or regular see. Blinded, Jack frantically wiped the mud from his eyes and just ran blindly.

Probably into a less-muddy-than-Jack Karla.

[glacial_queen]

"Hey!" Karla yelled, falling over as Jack barreled into her. All that Craft took a lot of concentration. "Watch out!"

...That's a little hard to do with several pounds of mud in your eyes, Karla

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Karla? Izzat you?" Blind Jack was blind.

And he fell over, too. There's this funny Karla-shaped thing on the ground tripping him.