Dust stood stock-still for a moment, squinting as she studied the field. No angular little grasshopper forms came immediately clear to her sight, but where there was one, there must be more. Crouching slightly, she crept forward towards where she thought that one hand landed, steps so short her feet almost landed on top of one another. She tried not to step on things that rolled or crunched or rustled; thankfully, the grass was all still pretty green, the grazers having prevented it from going to seed and dying. That didn't stop the grasshoppers from possibly seeing the Kelvic, of course, but nothing much could do that.
She slowed down as she came closer, trying hard to spot her quarry first. Grass, grass, grass, rock, grass, there!... no, a stick... more grass... Funny just how hard the bugs were to see, especially with human eyes. Dust was certain her raven eyes would have spotted it already, but she didn't want to shift now. That felt like cheating. There! Long, sharply-bent legs twitched, and her attention fixated on the spot.
Grasshopper!
Dust ducked her head down lower, as if it might matter to the grasshopper just how tall the woman loomed. She oriented on it and moved forward, slowly-slowly, hands cupped in preparation for capture... and pounced! A black streak arced away from her with a clicking buzz, but something also tickled at the skin of her palms, trapped underneath her hands. Closing her fingers, Dust snared her quarry, straightening to examine the grasshopper in her grip. It squirmed kind of uncomfortably, and bubbled some sort of icky brownish goo from its mouth, but nothing dimmed her glee. Success!
Then off with its head by simple expedient of her thumbnail, the better to prevent any future escape. The body went into her bag, and Dust promptly set off questing for that other one which had gotten away.
That one proved more cautious than the first; no sooner did she spot it than it buzzed away, showing flickers of bright orange wings all the while. Keeping one eye on where it had landed, she circled around, spooking up another two but ignoring them both as they scattered in different directions. Crouch low, sneak forward, watch, watch... stop, getting very close now... find the thing that isn't grass. There! It wasn't facing her new position, maybe she could get the drop on it. Dust held herself as low as she could, creeping closer, hand held out at the ready... swiped it down at the grasshopper... and missed! The bug slipped out at the last moment, jumping bzzt-bzzt off in another direction, leaving the Kelvic behind empty-handed.
That just made Dust determined to catch the thing. |
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