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Nott the brave with tail
Nott the brave with tail











nott the brave with tail

“Who’re you? You’re not my nanny! Where am I?” and, oh, joy, she has even less tact now. The instant Beau sees her, the screaming stops, but a stubborn frown appears on her face. She takes another breath, and then marches over to comfort Beau. And then she has to breath deeply for a second as the memories bombard her.

nott the brave with tail

She rests him on her hip, in a similar way that she used to with Luc, except this body is thin and bony and sharp and she's careful to make sure Fjord isn't being stabbed by her crossbow. Baby Fjord, who has started crying, quietly, and he looks up at her with big, yellow eyes, and then she decides, I guess this is my fucking life now, and picks him up.

nott the brave with tail

Slightly to her left, a small blue tiefling is staring at Beau and chewing on her tail, and there’s a pile of grey fur that looks very familiar, if much, much smaller than she’s used to, and there’s Yasha looking at her warily, and she looks over to her side and sees a miniature Caleb half-buried in his coat, somehow managing to sleep through the racket. In Beau’s bedroll is a tiny shape, flopped across the ground and still yelling her tiny lungs out.

nott the brave with tail

She drags her eyes away from the impossible sight standing in front of her and looks around the camp. “Where am I?” asks the tiny version of Fjord, in an accent that she is very sure he wasn't speaking with yesterday, and Nott stares, wide-eyed and speechless with surprise. Then she feels a tugging on the bottom of her coat (odd, considering she’s the shortest one here by several feet) and sees a tiny, chubby half orc boy staring up at her with watering eyes. She bolts up out of bed, and is confused when she doesn’t see any enemies. One minute, she’s bedding down with Caleb after yet another scavenging trip through some wizard’s (mostly) abandoned lair and the next, she’s being woken up by the sound of a scared child screaming- a sound that she is, unfortunately, familiar with. ← Previous Work Part 15 of me sobbing about critical role Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 4489 Chapters: 4/4 Comments: 66 Kudos: 550 Bookmarks: 66 Hits: 4327













Nott the brave with tail