[SOLO: Blessing] On Fire [ Set Yourself on Fire/Cue Queue ]

[Jun]

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgleft]Set Yourself on Fire was an intense sort of guy. He did everything with intensity. It stood to reason that even his dalliances were dallied with intensity. His date had been a beautiful buck. Who also made a beautiful doe. They had been so intense, it now seemed likely that there would be some beautiful foals intensely popping out in a bit or so.

Now Set Yourself on Fire was intensely avoiding his half-sister, Cue Queue. The problem with Cue was that, not only was she unquestionably sadistic to some degree, she was also a Legendary. One look at him, and he knew she would know. Swamp knew how, since it was his beautiful buck that was carrying the inevitably beautiful babies, but he knew she would know.

And she would never let him live it down.

So he was intensely pickling salamanders at the far end of the salt marshes.

(Pickling salamanders was intense business, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. That'd just mean they're pickling them wrong.)

The swamp was in the hottest heat of summer - which suited him well, intensely - but the autumn chill would be creeping in soon, and then the Winter Market would be upon Rise & Shine before they knew it, and there wouldn't be enough pickled anything to go round.

"Because your beautiful buck will be craving them soon?"

"Good SWAMP -" he yelled, with intensity, as he wheeled to see his sister's smug, smug face.[imgright]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ry_jun.png[/imgright]

Because she was sadistic, she snickered.

Who the Swamp even actually snickered?

She did. Because she was straight out evil.

"Is it the boy with the wings and the glow?" she said.

"That's none of your business," he primly replied.

"He's hot, good taste."

"Of course I've got good taste," he snapped.

"Ah, so he is the one," she smirked.

Who even smirked?!

He picked up the fallen salamander chunks and dunked them intensely into the salt.

"I suppose a blessing is in order," he could still hear the smirk in her voice.

"Don’t want one from you," he hissed, intensely.

"Too bad," she said, "they're blessed. Ta."

"You didn't even try!" he dropped the salamander chunks again in his indignation.

"Of course I did, I just didn't say it out loud," she said, "my beautiful nephews and nieces deserve the best after all."

He wasn't going to thank her.

"Well, I'll leave you to it."

"Thank you," he huffed - and then regretted that he didn't clarify that was for leaving him to it, and not the blessing. But she was already slinking off, and it would be much too uncool to say it now.

Wait. Where was she slinking off to?

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" he turned to say, urgently.

She winked.

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... ncert5.png[/imgleft]"Don't you dare!" he said, "I haven't said - Cue! I have to ask first! Don't you tell anyone! DON'T TELL MOM!!"

"Leaving you to it," she called, and then she was a wasp, buzzing off like a busy, nosy, bee.

Set Yourself on Fire was an intense sort of guy. He intensely dropped all the salamander chunks, rushed to ask permission to tell, broke the news to his mother, and announced it to everyone in the tribe at once.

"So whatever it is that Cue told you -" he said.

"Cue?" they said, "haven't seen her around all day.

But of course.

Set Yourself on Fire exploded, intensely.

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