Timestamp: 62nd of Fall, 511 AV It had taken almost an hour of coaxing to get one of the human guards to walk with Bijou out to her hiding spot. It had been too long since the cub had buried her little treasure and to the guard’s great dismay Bijou had to dig several holes at the base of several different trees before she found her hiding spot. To further agitate her escort the ice was stuck, it had congealed with some of the surrounding snow greatly increasing its bulk. Dig jingle jingle dig dig dig jingle. Bijou was busy making a game out of the situation how few jingles could she make while she dug? It was good practice for being sneaky. Jingle dig scratch dig scrap jingle. Through the course of her game Bijou realized if she moved fast enough the bell would only get in one jingle. She’d have to remember that later it might be useful. To the on-looking guard although, it just looked like the bear had a fire lit under her fuzzy little rump and was working extra hard which suited his purposes just fine. Finally the cub got a good bite around the ice chunk and yanked. The ice chunk came flying out. Bijou had pulled too hard and it had sent her all the way onto her back. As the cub law sprawled belly up she had an excellent view of her precious ice go flying through the air and crash into the ground, shattering. A cry of distress ripped out of the small bear’s throat. That was her apology gift! Scrambling over onto her feet Bijou charged towards the ice wreckage as fast as her stubby cub legs would carry her. She searched through the ice shards looking for anything salvageable. The guard trudged after her with a constant air of aggravation for the cub’s antics. With as much care as the cub had patience for she picked up a large ice shard in her mouth, it would have to do. Without evening signaling her chaperon Bijou about-faced and bee lined for the barracks. She would still bring the Queen the sun; she had to make amends for the incident. The guard had completely left Bijou’s mind at this point so she didn’t even stop when she entered the barracks, instead she headed out towards the back of the barracks where she could carve her ice in peace. There was a match of combat training going on but it was only two bears and they wouldn’t bother the little cub and her ice. Bijou found a spot beneath and eave and plopped down and examined her prize. It was too rough so the cub licked it into shape. Now that it was rounded Bijou began carefully using one claw to carve out an underbelly and legs from the lump of ice. She got a few scratches in the wrong spot but she felt the work was satisfactory and moved on to the next components; the back side and the head. When even the shameful rear was carved Bijou added like marks for claws, eyes and ears. A few more licks to smooth out her work and it was done. A little polar bear ice statue to capture the sun for the Ice Queen. Bijou shifted with the characteristic dizzying swirl of lights and grabbed the statue. The cub ran inside quickly, barefoot and naked as the day she was born, Bijou streaked through the training yard and back inside to the warmth. Upon her reentry to the barracks Bijou went about sniffing around for her keeper. Upon locating the frazzled woman Bijou announced her plans for the small statue and demanded an escort. It was only a few chimes later that Bijou found herself by the front door securing a promise from the guard to carefully watch her statue that sat outside in the cold so it didn’t melt. She couldn’t very well have the statue melt while she waited for her escort to arrive. |