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He deposited the crystal on a flat rock a few steps from the underground pond, arranging it so it stood in the very middle. A flicker of moonlight shone through it. He moved back to the bank, pawing at more clumps of mud until he upturned another one, smaller and smoother. "Three on each side — oh, and try to find ones that are a little smaller than the one I pulled out." He dropped off his second crystal, arranging it in a way where it was touching the first one but ever so slightly behind it, to the side.
He padded off to scour the mud again. "Did you know a druzy is a lot of tiny crystals on rocks? They're sparkly. But I thought that was interesting." he scrubbed at a particularly pointy clump of clay, pushing it away when it turned out to just be another rock. Personally, he was fine with meaningless, incessant tasks — it was relaxing, doing the same thing over, and over, and over again, and where others might have been driven crazy, Druzyprince found peace. He could almost forget anyone was with him at all.
Bumblebeepaw gave a nod. Of course it wasn't a full answer, it was terribly vague, but it was in-depth enough to kind of envision what they were going for. They at least had some sense of it. It was at least a start when it came to sort of specifying what shapes they were looking for, turning their attention away from the bigger rock-like structures and more small, tiny ones that could would fit the description of what the tom was looking for.
They only breifly paused from their work at hearing Druzyprince's voice rise up again, their ears pricking up at bit at the explanation. "Huh, I didn't know that actually. That's pretty cool, definently not one of those words you can really catch the meaning of without like, hearing it in context." At least they didn't think one could. They'd actually often wondered what the "Druzy" in Druzyprince meant, but it never felt like a fitting time to ask. They certainly hadn't planned on getting the answer from the tom himself, but at this point Bumblebeepaw had just accepted that their life was a topsy-turvy fun-house version of reality.
As they continued on, letting the silence sit a little, they too continued to just work through the mass of clay and pull out tiny bits of rocks. They were about to be honestly convinced that somehow, someway, they would manage to not find a single crystal at all (in fact, they had been about to consider changing locations) when they finally found a glint of clearer coloration under the surface of the dirt, and bothered to clean it off. And there it was, a nice, slightly gleaming, little crystal. "'Aye look I found one! I'm not completely useless after all." It was a clearly humerous little decleration, but they were equally clearly pretty darn proud of having found one of the darn things. Gently, being care to put it on a spot of the rock it would be safe, they set it down beside them to return to the muck and grime. It was a reassurance though, it implied their spot was not completely devoid of any crystals at all.
"Yeah, I didn't even know what it meant until a bit ago." He pulled a clean crystal from the water, repulsed by the taste as he dropped it off with the rest of them, casting his head towards Bumblebeepaw as they announced what they found. Moving back towards the edge of the pool, he hovered over them just to see what their crystal looked like, giving a small nod of affirmation.
He moved to the other end of the pool. "Good. That means we only need three more." He looked back at the collection, "I don't know how we'll carry them back, though. There's a. . . few. Hm." He turned away from them. "We'll figure it out later." He decided, though usually he was one to always formulate some sort of plan, his thoughts always breeching into anxious territory whenever he did almost anything. There was always that crawling sense of dread that something would go wrong, and it had only worsened after he had left the League. "Anyway, I didn't think you'd be useless."
god my heart <333 druzyprince is just so sweet ahhhh
"Too bad we didn't bring moss, we could have bundled them up that way." Bumblebeepaw said, but it was with that same, casual and carefree sort of dismissiveness, like in the long run it didn't really matter. "But like, we should be able to carry them just fine by mouth if we split them up evenly as possible. It'll be a quiet walk home but it'll get the job done." They added, re-adjusting themselves as well to settle back where they had before, paws thick in the sludge of mud and grime and bits of small, hard, rocky structures that under the thick layer of dirt may-or-may-not have been crystals.
"Anyway, I didn't think you'd be useless." They gave a small laugh at that, mostly because, in reality, they didn't quite know how to respond. It was so painfully nice and sincere to a comment that they had meant with such a sarcastic jab at themselves, and they had to hesitate a moment longer to figure out how to respond to what the tom had said. They were so used to the hardness of most of their clan-mates, of sardonic quips and tough guy airs being tossed about like they were balls on a court, like it was all a sport with the winner being either the meanest, the wittiest, or the one that no one could get under the skin of. And being faced with something said back that was soft, actually kind, left them, who normally had too many words, slightly scrambling to find a good response "Well, I try not to be. Try doesn't always equal in success but you know, effort that counts, right?" They said, their voice as confident as ever, if only because it was in compensation for a response they were wholly unsure in.
He tossed his head back at the mention of moss, a huff escaping his mouth, irritated he hadn't thought of that earlier. He was supposed to be resourceful, smart, and he supposed his overthinking of welcomed when he needed to think of every possible scenario that could happen, even the most mundane. But, as Bumblebeepaw continued, Druzyprince found himself nodded, the annoyance he had with himself melting away. He didn't want to bring down the mood. It was mostly forgotten about minutes later when the repetitive task of cleaning rocks and tearing apart mud clumps distracted him, and before long he was scrubbing off yet another crystal, smaller than the others but still adequate enough. He padded to place it on the rock, and by now they had enough that the loose shape of the crystals was starting to form a crown shape — more a tiara, but it wasn't like he truly knew the difference. Would it stay on Kier's head? Probably not, but it was the thought that counted.
He was back at the pool again, rushing now that there were only two more crystals needed, because by now the task had dragged on for far too long and the cave was beginning to feel a little too tight. Try doesn't always equal in success but you know, effort that counts, right? He gave a humorous smile, even though nothing was quite funny about the statement. "Yes, indeed. Though," the smile widened, but only for a second, "when I trained under Kier, it was success or. . . nothing, particularly." He was seconds away from saying death, even if it wouldn't be his, but he refrained. His voice was almost wistful for the time, when it was simpler, when he was a follower, not a captain, when he knew what he was supposed to do because he was told. Their training had come to a standstill by now — Kier was always so busy now — though Druzyprince still trailed him whenever he could, the part assistant, part personal solider, part bodyguard, part whatever else he wanted him to be, and though he was captain of the Royal Guard now, he never really took advantage of it, too comfortable in his life as a lackey. He was the intern carrying his books and papers, fetching coffee or doing the dirty work for Kier only, never the clan.
