10.Jul.13, 09:29 PM
This. Was. His. Best. Prank. Ever.
Officially.
Well, so far, Quenym mused as he watched the beginnings of his plans start in motion what he hoped would be a whirlwind of chaos. It wasn't anything harmful or anything like that! No, this would simply be a little fun to lighten up the day.
The culprits? Wherries. Ten of them, to be exact, each one small enough to not be spotted immediately as they wandered under tables and into rooms, with helpful signs denoting them as numbers one through thirteen. All of them having been stolen from the kitchens (just in case he had actually taken thirteen and had the other three holed up in a safe place) and flightless. That didn't make them mess-less, though!
So far he had seen a few spill droppings onto the floor, and several were tugging on various bits of cloth and disappearing into rooms. Feathers were starting to drift over the floor, creating a thin, soft layer over it. He had to hide the snigger that was building in him. So, that begged the question: who would figure something was wrong first, and what would happen after that?
Officially.
Well, so far, Quenym mused as he watched the beginnings of his plans start in motion what he hoped would be a whirlwind of chaos. It wasn't anything harmful or anything like that! No, this would simply be a little fun to lighten up the day.
The culprits? Wherries. Ten of them, to be exact, each one small enough to not be spotted immediately as they wandered under tables and into rooms, with helpful signs denoting them as numbers one through thirteen. All of them having been stolen from the kitchens (just in case he had actually taken thirteen and had the other three holed up in a safe place) and flightless. That didn't make them mess-less, though!
So far he had seen a few spill droppings onto the floor, and several were tugging on various bits of cloth and disappearing into rooms. Feathers were starting to drift over the floor, creating a thin, soft layer over it. He had to hide the snigger that was building in him. So, that begged the question: who would figure something was wrong first, and what would happen after that?