Drabble Fics
Prompt(s):
Harvest and/or Dragonfly
(The following drabble fics may use any combination of the above prompts.)
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Harvest and/or Dragonfly
(The following drabble fics may use any combination of the above prompts.)
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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Warning: Unless otherwise noted, all Drabble Fics should be considered Rated PG-13 (or up!)
Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
Warning: Unless otherwise noted, all Drabble Fics should be considered Rated PG-13 (or up!)
Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
"Harvest Festival"
Prompt: Harvest
by White Angel of Auralon
"Instinctive Reaction"
Prompt: Dragonfly
by White Angel of Auralon
"Dragonfly drabble"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by Zejan
"Apples"
Prompt: Harvest
by KittyCaro
"A Day at the Festival"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by Mylari
"Woolgathering"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by KittyShan
Prompt: Harvest
by White Angel of Auralon
"Instinctive Reaction"
Prompt: Dragonfly
by White Angel of Auralon
"Dragonfly drabble"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by Zejan
"Apples"
Prompt: Harvest
by KittyCaro
"A Day at the Festival"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by Mylari
"Woolgathering"
Prompt: Harvest and Dragonfly
by KittyShan
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Harvest Festival
Word/Theme: Harvest
Word Count: 496
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By White Angel of Auralon
Word/Theme: Harvest
Word Count: 496
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By White Angel of Auralon
Allura looked at the assembled people below the balcony. It was the first time they could celebrate the traditional Harvest Festival on Arus again. Ever since Zarkon had destroyed everything, they hadn't celebrated this time of the year. This time had always been special to her. She had loved being allowed out of the castle when she was still a child to join the people of Arus in celebrating the year's harvest.
She finished her speech, which she hoped would inspire her people to keep going. To rise from the despair that Zarkon had placed over the planet until the Voltron Force had arrived. When she turned to the four men that were her teammates, she smiled.
"Are you ready to join the festivities in the village?" she asked excitedly.
"You bet we are, Princess," replied Lance, "I have a hot date for the dance already."
"I have a date too. Jenlie from the grocer's in town is meeting me down there," added Hunk.
"That's great," exclaimed Allura, happy for her friends.
"I will meet with some of the teens from the village. We want to go around as a group," stated Pidge.
Allura looked at Keith.
"Well, looks like it's up to me to keep you company," he grinned, knowing she wouldn't mind that.
While he might pretend when Nanny and Coran were around that it was all business, she knew that he liked her as more than a friend and a person he had to protect. But the stupid rules didn't allow them to show it openly.
"Well, Keith, then we will have to have fun on our own."
The group separated, with Allura and Keith going into their rooms to change into something less formal, as they planned to simply mingle with the people.
She finished her speech, which she hoped would inspire her people to keep going. To rise from the despair that Zarkon had placed over the planet until the Voltron Force had arrived. When she turned to the four men that were her teammates, she smiled.
"Are you ready to join the festivities in the village?" she asked excitedly.
"You bet we are, Princess," replied Lance, "I have a hot date for the dance already."
"I have a date too. Jenlie from the grocer's in town is meeting me down there," added Hunk.
"That's great," exclaimed Allura, happy for her friends.
"I will meet with some of the teens from the village. We want to go around as a group," stated Pidge.
Allura looked at Keith.
"Well, looks like it's up to me to keep you company," he grinned, knowing she wouldn't mind that.
While he might pretend when Nanny and Coran were around that it was all business, she knew that he liked her as more than a friend and a person he had to protect. But the stupid rules didn't allow them to show it openly.
"Well, Keith, then we will have to have fun on our own."
The group separated, with Allura and Keith going into their rooms to change into something less formal, as they planned to simply mingle with the people.
~*~*~*~
The festival was fun. Allura kept close to Keith, using any justification to hold onto him that Nanny couldn't blame her for later. Though both also had to stop a lot to talk to some people that approached them, as both had gained a lot of fame and prestige on Arus. It included drinking several kinds of alcohol, which especially Allura wasn't used to. Still, as Keith managed to keep the overall amounts tolerable, she could go on, even if she became very giggly the more time passed. Keith himself felt the effect of the different kinds of alcohol as well but was more used to drinking.
When a highlight of the Harvest Festival started, the dance, both Keith and Allura forgot much about acting proper and behaved like all the other couples in love. They danced together and enjoyed the music. And Allura insisted in joining another tradition of the festival. A woman that wanted to show a man her love would kiss him at the end of the Flower Shower, a fast-paced dance. Keith was surprised by her action but immediately returned the kiss, deciding that harvest was now his favourite time of the year on Arus.
When a highlight of the Harvest Festival started, the dance, both Keith and Allura forgot much about acting proper and behaved like all the other couples in love. They danced together and enjoyed the music. And Allura insisted in joining another tradition of the festival. A woman that wanted to show a man her love would kiss him at the end of the Flower Shower, a fast-paced dance. Keith was surprised by her action but immediately returned the kiss, deciding that harvest was now his favourite time of the year on Arus.
~*~
Instinctive Reaction
Word/Theme: Dragonfly
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By White Angel of Auralon
Word/Theme: Dragonfly
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By White Angel of Auralon
Lotor watched his hated enemy, Keith, the captain of the Voltron Force. He had covertly gone to Arus. He wanted to finally capture Allura, his true love, and make her his bride. But, which he hated to admit, if he wanted to succeed, he needed to get rid of Keith, who always managed to foil his great plans. It had to stop. Therefore, he was waiting for an opportunity to strike his nemesis down. And without Keith, Voltron would be a non-issue as well. As much as he loathed admitting anybody else's skills and strength, Keith was strong and capable.
Haggar had helped him set up a new devious and cruel plot. Lotor just needed to wait until Keith was busy with something, then he could send her newest little monster against him. The robeast was disguised as a normal dragonfly. It could be enlarged like all other robeasts, but its normal size for the insect was an advantage now. It was loaded with a potent poison. One sting and Keith would die. Haggar had promised him that. The distraction he had hoped for came when Keith was called by Allura. While he wanted to jump out and take her, Keith needed to go down first. He let the robeast fly and waited for the results.
What he didn't expect was Allura's reaction to the dragonfly.
She screamed in horror when she saw it and Keith turned around to see what had frightened her so much. He seemed confused. Hopefully, he wouldn't consider the robeast a threat. Then the plan went to hell. Allura grabbed Keith's blaster and started shooting at the dragonfly robeast and didn't let up until she hit it. The smoking remains then met with the heel of her white boot and for good measure she shot it again.
Lotor couldn't believe his eyes. That was it for that plan. He truly didn't expect Allura to react this way. He really wanted to know what that was about. Thankfully, Keith asked that question for him.
"I hate dragonflies of that kind!" she ranted, "They spread the Swamp Skittles!"
"What are Swamp Skittles?"
"It's a nasty illness that causes high fever, a sore throat, itching rash on the back, which you can't even scratch because it will cause bloody wounds as the skin becomes very sensitive and you have to drink this disgusting mixture to cure it for twelve days!" answered Allura, "Anybody that had Swamp Skittles will kill those dragonflies on sight."
"You had it as a child, I take it?" asked Keith.
She nodded. "I thought that my uncle had succeeded in destroying the population in the kingdom of Altair, but seemingly some are back. I have to make sure there won't be more of them. There is no way I will drink that stuff again!"
She stomped off, Keith following her. Lotor retreated, planning to talk to the witch about a more fitting monster the next time. But honestly, who could have foreseen that reaction?
Haggar had helped him set up a new devious and cruel plot. Lotor just needed to wait until Keith was busy with something, then he could send her newest little monster against him. The robeast was disguised as a normal dragonfly. It could be enlarged like all other robeasts, but its normal size for the insect was an advantage now. It was loaded with a potent poison. One sting and Keith would die. Haggar had promised him that. The distraction he had hoped for came when Keith was called by Allura. While he wanted to jump out and take her, Keith needed to go down first. He let the robeast fly and waited for the results.
What he didn't expect was Allura's reaction to the dragonfly.
She screamed in horror when she saw it and Keith turned around to see what had frightened her so much. He seemed confused. Hopefully, he wouldn't consider the robeast a threat. Then the plan went to hell. Allura grabbed Keith's blaster and started shooting at the dragonfly robeast and didn't let up until she hit it. The smoking remains then met with the heel of her white boot and for good measure she shot it again.
Lotor couldn't believe his eyes. That was it for that plan. He truly didn't expect Allura to react this way. He really wanted to know what that was about. Thankfully, Keith asked that question for him.
"I hate dragonflies of that kind!" she ranted, "They spread the Swamp Skittles!"
"What are Swamp Skittles?"
"It's a nasty illness that causes high fever, a sore throat, itching rash on the back, which you can't even scratch because it will cause bloody wounds as the skin becomes very sensitive and you have to drink this disgusting mixture to cure it for twelve days!" answered Allura, "Anybody that had Swamp Skittles will kill those dragonflies on sight."
"You had it as a child, I take it?" asked Keith.
She nodded. "I thought that my uncle had succeeded in destroying the population in the kingdom of Altair, but seemingly some are back. I have to make sure there won't be more of them. There is no way I will drink that stuff again!"
She stomped off, Keith following her. Lotor retreated, planning to talk to the witch about a more fitting monster the next time. But honestly, who could have foreseen that reaction?
~*~
Dragonfly drabble
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Dexter, Tasia and Shannon are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales".
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Dexter, Tasia and Shannon are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales".
"This is really cool, Lance, visiting Earth." Dexter turns slowly, taking in all the aspects of the park. "A bit more grass and tree-like than I expected."
"They have parks on Pollux, right?"
"Yeah, but just a little different. Lots more manicured grass and sculptures, not as many trees...or other nature things. Picnics are about the same, though." He takes a few steps and halts, squinting at a clump of bushes nearby. Then he points. "What's that?"
I follow his finger and pick up on the insect hovering low over the grass. "That's a dragonfly."
"Looks like a helicopter bug. Awesome."
"Helicopter bug?"
"Yeah. Or like one of those old double-winged airplanes going on a strafing run. Neeeeeee-owwww, at-at-at-at-at-at." He holds up his fists and shakes them like he's firing a Gatling gun. I sigh and puff at my bangs.
"It was this or shoe-shopping with the girls," I mutter under my breath.
"What do they eat?"
"Mosquitoes, mostly...I think."
"Ah, so they're the sworn enemy of the stabby blood-bugs. Good. I don't like stabby blood-bugs. Strafing run, target in sight - at-at-at-at-at-at!"
"I don't think he's going to get much done while you're yelling and waving your hands around."
As if on cue, the dragonfly rises into the air, zips close to Dexter as if to get a look at him, then floats away. Dexter watches it in rapt fascination the entire time.
"Hmm. Maybe helicopter bug is more appropriate."
"Whatever. We're supposed to meet up with Tasia and Shannon for lunch. C'mon."
"Right." He falls into thought as we walk along. "So why are they called dragonflies instead of helicopter bugs?"
"I couldn't tell you."
Shannon and Tasia are sitting on a bench just outside the main mall entrance, surveying their women's loot. Dexter plunks down on the space beside Tasia and gives her a cheesy grin. She arches an eyebrow in return. "Something?"
"Yeah. We took a walk through the park and spotted a helicopter bug."
"Heli...?" She glances my way. "What's he talking about?"
"He saw a dragonfly. He amuses easily."
"Isn't that the truth." Tasia shakes her head.
"What do you think of dragonflies, Tasia?"
"Me?" She shrugs. "They're insects, they flit around...whatever. The Japanese revere them, though. They're a sign of a good harvest, good luck...stuff like that."
"Do they eat stabby blood-bugs?"
"What?"
"Mosquitoes."
"Oh. Yeah, they do."
"Awesome." Dexter looks pleased, in that curious kind of way only he can look. Shannon rises from her seat to hook my arm.
"We can debate the virtues of dragonflies over lunch, okay? I'm starving."
"Sure." The loot is retrieved and we head for the food court. A couple of dragonflies dart here and there through the parking lot. Dexter is about to wander off to take a closer look, but Tasia gently tugs him back. I shake my head. If only we all could amuse ourselves so easily...
And it's no surprise to find out later that Dexter purchased a dragonfly brooch for Tasia.
"They have parks on Pollux, right?"
"Yeah, but just a little different. Lots more manicured grass and sculptures, not as many trees...or other nature things. Picnics are about the same, though." He takes a few steps and halts, squinting at a clump of bushes nearby. Then he points. "What's that?"
I follow his finger and pick up on the insect hovering low over the grass. "That's a dragonfly."
"Looks like a helicopter bug. Awesome."
"Helicopter bug?"
"Yeah. Or like one of those old double-winged airplanes going on a strafing run. Neeeeeee-owwww, at-at-at-at-at-at." He holds up his fists and shakes them like he's firing a Gatling gun. I sigh and puff at my bangs.
"It was this or shoe-shopping with the girls," I mutter under my breath.
"What do they eat?"
"Mosquitoes, mostly...I think."
"Ah, so they're the sworn enemy of the stabby blood-bugs. Good. I don't like stabby blood-bugs. Strafing run, target in sight - at-at-at-at-at-at!"
"I don't think he's going to get much done while you're yelling and waving your hands around."
As if on cue, the dragonfly rises into the air, zips close to Dexter as if to get a look at him, then floats away. Dexter watches it in rapt fascination the entire time.
"Hmm. Maybe helicopter bug is more appropriate."
"Whatever. We're supposed to meet up with Tasia and Shannon for lunch. C'mon."
"Right." He falls into thought as we walk along. "So why are they called dragonflies instead of helicopter bugs?"
"I couldn't tell you."
Shannon and Tasia are sitting on a bench just outside the main mall entrance, surveying their women's loot. Dexter plunks down on the space beside Tasia and gives her a cheesy grin. She arches an eyebrow in return. "Something?"
"Yeah. We took a walk through the park and spotted a helicopter bug."
"Heli...?" She glances my way. "What's he talking about?"
"He saw a dragonfly. He amuses easily."
"Isn't that the truth." Tasia shakes her head.
"What do you think of dragonflies, Tasia?"
"Me?" She shrugs. "They're insects, they flit around...whatever. The Japanese revere them, though. They're a sign of a good harvest, good luck...stuff like that."
"Do they eat stabby blood-bugs?"
"What?"
"Mosquitoes."
"Oh. Yeah, they do."
"Awesome." Dexter looks pleased, in that curious kind of way only he can look. Shannon rises from her seat to hook my arm.
"We can debate the virtues of dragonflies over lunch, okay? I'm starving."
"Sure." The loot is retrieved and we head for the food court. A couple of dragonflies dart here and there through the parking lot. Dexter is about to wander off to take a closer look, but Tasia gently tugs him back. I shake my head. If only we all could amuse ourselves so easily...
And it's no surprise to find out later that Dexter purchased a dragonfly brooch for Tasia.
~*~
Apples
Word/Theme: Harvest
Word Count: 423
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Word/Theme: Harvest
Word Count: 423
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
"Hey, wait for me!"
The children and I clamor out of the shuttle and race up the hill. "What is the matter, Sven? Not so easy when you do not have Blue Lion to do the work for you, huh?"
Hampered by the baskets, blanket and gardening tools, he shouts. "You left me holding the baskets!"
We are going to beat him to the summit and he knows it. I look back just in time to see him drop everything and lunge for us.
We go tumbling down into the grass. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, laughing. "Are we going to harvest apples, darling?"
"Come here," he growls.
He kisses me, ignoring Camilla and Kristoffer's cries to stop all that mushy stuff. Grinning, I rest my hands on his blue shirt. "I love you, Sven."
"And I love you, Romelle," he says solemnly.
"Good thing, then," I whispered, "because you promised me apples and berries."
"And I always keep my promises," he says, affronted. "You and the kids will sample the fruits that grow in my country."
Sven continued his great lesson about apples, strawberries, raspberries, and lingonberries. He says that lingonberries grow in the wild in Norway on small bushes in woodlands or in moorlands. The red berries ripen in August and September and are picked with a wide fork-like tool, which can strip a bush very quickly.
The men took over the picking while Cami and I picked strawberries and raspberries. There was so much fruit, that I did not think I had enough jars to make preserves.
Afterwards we went to the orchard where the kids picked the apples of the lower branches and dropped them on baskets while Sven climbed the two trees to reach out for more fruit while I caught them.
Little Kristoffer could not resist and tried his first red apple, enjoying the sweet, juicy flesh and light crispness.
Sven leaned over. "Is that good, son?"
"Yes, papa," he replied with a huge smile.
He straightened and then glanced at me. "I'll bet it is. We had to wait three years for the trees to bear fruit."
"I am glad, because Allura managed to convince Nanny to give us her recipe for apple pie."
Sven made a sound of approval in his throat. "That's great news. We're having preserves and apple pies."
"And there are still so many apples left."
He enfolded me in an embrace, and we watched our children picking apples. "We definitely had a good harvest."
"We certainly did, my love."
The children and I clamor out of the shuttle and race up the hill. "What is the matter, Sven? Not so easy when you do not have Blue Lion to do the work for you, huh?"
Hampered by the baskets, blanket and gardening tools, he shouts. "You left me holding the baskets!"
We are going to beat him to the summit and he knows it. I look back just in time to see him drop everything and lunge for us.
We go tumbling down into the grass. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, laughing. "Are we going to harvest apples, darling?"
"Come here," he growls.
He kisses me, ignoring Camilla and Kristoffer's cries to stop all that mushy stuff. Grinning, I rest my hands on his blue shirt. "I love you, Sven."
"And I love you, Romelle," he says solemnly.
"Good thing, then," I whispered, "because you promised me apples and berries."
"And I always keep my promises," he says, affronted. "You and the kids will sample the fruits that grow in my country."
Sven continued his great lesson about apples, strawberries, raspberries, and lingonberries. He says that lingonberries grow in the wild in Norway on small bushes in woodlands or in moorlands. The red berries ripen in August and September and are picked with a wide fork-like tool, which can strip a bush very quickly.
The men took over the picking while Cami and I picked strawberries and raspberries. There was so much fruit, that I did not think I had enough jars to make preserves.
Afterwards we went to the orchard where the kids picked the apples of the lower branches and dropped them on baskets while Sven climbed the two trees to reach out for more fruit while I caught them.
Little Kristoffer could not resist and tried his first red apple, enjoying the sweet, juicy flesh and light crispness.
Sven leaned over. "Is that good, son?"
"Yes, papa," he replied with a huge smile.
He straightened and then glanced at me. "I'll bet it is. We had to wait three years for the trees to bear fruit."
"I am glad, because Allura managed to convince Nanny to give us her recipe for apple pie."
Sven made a sound of approval in his throat. "That's great news. We're having preserves and apple pies."
"And there are still so many apples left."
He enfolded me in an embrace, and we watched our children picking apples. "We definitely had a good harvest."
"We certainly did, my love."
~*~
A Day at the Festival
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Keith grimaced, adjusting his grip on the dark-haired girl perched atop his shoulders. "Quit bouncing, Aerith, or I'm gonna drop you."
"I'm tryin', Daddy." Her hands tightened in his hair, eliciting a grunt.
"Aerith..." he growled.
Allura neared, offering Keith one of two cups she held. "I thought you'd like some lemonade." He smiled, accepting the beverage gratefully. "Aerith, are you thirsty too, sweetheart?"
"Yay! Lemonade!" She sang, her body dancing to a rhythm only she could hear. She reached for the cup, but Keith took a step to the side, moving it just out of her grasp.
"Oh no, you're not spilling lemonade on my head so I'm sticky for the rest of the day. If you want a drink, you have to come down and stand like a big girl."
She leaned forward, kissed the top of his head, and whimpered in his ear, "But I'm soooo firsty, Daddy. I'll be careful, promise!"
Allura stifled a giggle and watched, smirking, as Keith lifted the squirming child from his shoulders and placed her on the ground.
Aerith pouted for a moment, then, remembering why she had to give up her perch, turned expectantly to her mother.
Allura offered her daughter the cup she held, but Aerith turned her nose up at it. "I thought you were soooo thirsty," Allura said, one eyebrow raised as she surveyed the child before her.
"I am, but I want dat one," she said, pointing to the cup that Keith was bringing to his lips. "Daddy's cup's gots a dragonfly on it. I want dat one, not dis one wif a stupid ladybug on it."
Keith, took a sip of lemonade, rolling his eyes as he listened to his daughter's demand, then handed the drink to her with a sigh. "Leave me some, please. And try not to slobber in it too much."
This time Allura didn't bother to try to hide her mirth at the exchange and wordlessly handed the ladybug cup to her husband.
Keith kissed her on the cheek, accepting the fresh beverage, and taking a deep draught of it.
The royal couple watched their daughter gulp down the tart liquid, tiny rivulets spilling down her chin. She drained the cup, and gasping for air, handed it to her mother. "OK, Daddy, pick me up again," she demanded, raising her arms to him.
Allura contemplated the dregs remaining in the cup, narrowed her eyes, and surveyed Aerith. "I think maybe you need to visit the play area for a while."
"Yay! Play area!" she shouted, turning and sprinting off, nearly barreling into Lance, who guarded the entrance to the children's zone. He slowed her down and guided her to the other kids, then turned and flashed a thumbs up to her parents.
Keith took hold of his wife's hand, leading her on a stroll around the festival, their daughter now safely in Lance's care.
Allura smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. She always did love the harvest festival.
"I'm tryin', Daddy." Her hands tightened in his hair, eliciting a grunt.
"Aerith..." he growled.
Allura neared, offering Keith one of two cups she held. "I thought you'd like some lemonade." He smiled, accepting the beverage gratefully. "Aerith, are you thirsty too, sweetheart?"
"Yay! Lemonade!" She sang, her body dancing to a rhythm only she could hear. She reached for the cup, but Keith took a step to the side, moving it just out of her grasp.
"Oh no, you're not spilling lemonade on my head so I'm sticky for the rest of the day. If you want a drink, you have to come down and stand like a big girl."
She leaned forward, kissed the top of his head, and whimpered in his ear, "But I'm soooo firsty, Daddy. I'll be careful, promise!"
Allura stifled a giggle and watched, smirking, as Keith lifted the squirming child from his shoulders and placed her on the ground.
Aerith pouted for a moment, then, remembering why she had to give up her perch, turned expectantly to her mother.
Allura offered her daughter the cup she held, but Aerith turned her nose up at it. "I thought you were soooo thirsty," Allura said, one eyebrow raised as she surveyed the child before her.
"I am, but I want dat one," she said, pointing to the cup that Keith was bringing to his lips. "Daddy's cup's gots a dragonfly on it. I want dat one, not dis one wif a stupid ladybug on it."
Keith, took a sip of lemonade, rolling his eyes as he listened to his daughter's demand, then handed the drink to her with a sigh. "Leave me some, please. And try not to slobber in it too much."
This time Allura didn't bother to try to hide her mirth at the exchange and wordlessly handed the ladybug cup to her husband.
Keith kissed her on the cheek, accepting the fresh beverage, and taking a deep draught of it.
The royal couple watched their daughter gulp down the tart liquid, tiny rivulets spilling down her chin. She drained the cup, and gasping for air, handed it to her mother. "OK, Daddy, pick me up again," she demanded, raising her arms to him.
Allura contemplated the dregs remaining in the cup, narrowed her eyes, and surveyed Aerith. "I think maybe you need to visit the play area for a while."
"Yay! Play area!" she shouted, turning and sprinting off, nearly barreling into Lance, who guarded the entrance to the children's zone. He slowed her down and guided her to the other kids, then turned and flashed a thumbs up to her parents.
Keith took hold of his wife's hand, leading her on a stroll around the festival, their daughter now safely in Lance's care.
Allura smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. She always did love the harvest festival.
~*~
Woolgathering
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 434
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Word/Theme: Harvest and Dragonfly
Word Count: 434
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Gathered in the small patio off the ground floor kitchen, Nanny spoke, directing maids, gardeners, and the Voltron Force on their tasks for the morning. She discussed the upcoming fall harvest, prattled on a bit regarding the proper way to remove fruit from tree branches, before finally ending with a reminder that this year they would have extra bolts of fabric due to the large amounts of wool that had been produced. When she finished, she nodded toward Allura.
"Is there anything you'd like to add, Princess?"
"Yes, thank you, Nanny." Allura stepped forward. "We all know how hectic things can become during the weeks of harvest. Please use caution and be aware of your surroundings. This would be an ideal time for that sneaky Witch Haggar to try and infiltrate our castle and communities. If anything, or anyone, seems odd in any way, do not hesitate to report it to the authorities, or one of the Voltron Force, immediately."
The assembled group looked around at one another, nodding and murmuring their agreement, as they reentered the castle.
"If that's everything," Keith began, "we'll head out after our morning meeting."
"One moment, Captain." Nanny's stern tone brooked no argument.
"I would like to remind everyone," she looked about the remaining group before leveling a reproachful stare at Lance, "that their behavior among the citizens of Arus is a reflection on her Highness, and the very reputation of Voltron and King Alfor. . ."
'Blah, blah, blah. . .' Hunk thought. They'd heard this speech a million times. He glanced around at Lance, who appeared to listen raptly but he knew it was only to get Nanny to quit her yappin' as quick as possible. He glanced around and a rust colored leaf that floated down from the tree he was currently standing under. It reminded him of a dragonfly he once saw when he was a kid. He and his mom had been setting the patio table for dinner one night. It was late summer and. . .
"Hunk?" Allura cleared her throat. "Hunk?"
"Huh?" The Big Guy looked embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming. "Sorry about that! What'd you say, Princess?"
"Nanny was asking if you would help with some recipes for pies and preserves. . ."
"Of course!" Hunk glanced at the matron, who was currently giving him a look of disapproval. "I was just thinking about those delicious biscuits you made for dinner last night!"
This seemed to soothe her ruffled feathers as she returned to the kitchen without further comment.
"Nice save, Hunk," Keith grinned, then turned his attention to the group. "Let's head out."
"Is there anything you'd like to add, Princess?"
"Yes, thank you, Nanny." Allura stepped forward. "We all know how hectic things can become during the weeks of harvest. Please use caution and be aware of your surroundings. This would be an ideal time for that sneaky Witch Haggar to try and infiltrate our castle and communities. If anything, or anyone, seems odd in any way, do not hesitate to report it to the authorities, or one of the Voltron Force, immediately."
The assembled group looked around at one another, nodding and murmuring their agreement, as they reentered the castle.
"If that's everything," Keith began, "we'll head out after our morning meeting."
"One moment, Captain." Nanny's stern tone brooked no argument.
"I would like to remind everyone," she looked about the remaining group before leveling a reproachful stare at Lance, "that their behavior among the citizens of Arus is a reflection on her Highness, and the very reputation of Voltron and King Alfor. . ."
'Blah, blah, blah. . .' Hunk thought. They'd heard this speech a million times. He glanced around at Lance, who appeared to listen raptly but he knew it was only to get Nanny to quit her yappin' as quick as possible. He glanced around and a rust colored leaf that floated down from the tree he was currently standing under. It reminded him of a dragonfly he once saw when he was a kid. He and his mom had been setting the patio table for dinner one night. It was late summer and. . .
"Hunk?" Allura cleared her throat. "Hunk?"
"Huh?" The Big Guy looked embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming. "Sorry about that! What'd you say, Princess?"
"Nanny was asking if you would help with some recipes for pies and preserves. . ."
"Of course!" Hunk glanced at the matron, who was currently giving him a look of disapproval. "I was just thinking about those delicious biscuits you made for dinner last night!"
This seemed to soothe her ruffled feathers as she returned to the kitchen without further comment.
"Nice save, Hunk," Keith grinned, then turned his attention to the group. "Let's head out."
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