Prompt: A Different Call

((Continuing from Prompt: Bitter Chill))

As they progressed through the tangled depths of the heart of Maguuma, the nightly rousings continued. Zaree only asked once if she was keeping her charr friend from sleep, and took Callista's negative reply as absolute truth.

Callista looked back with relief on her instinct to watch over the heartsick sylvari when, one night, with no other warning than a cry, Zaree darted hazardously away from the ogre camp where they were resting.

It was clear what had called the ranger when they got to the scene. A young tiger, his mother slain, was in a losing battle with chak.

Prompt: Galley

"Yer in trouble on my account!"

"Nah," Mazu's nose crinkled. "Ain't your fault you're workin' under a maggot-festooned, bilge-pissing ballast pig! I only got in trouble 'cause I got caught putting shrink tonic in his clothes. Gotta be sneakier to get past Second Mate's eagle eyes."

She hurried on, noting Pugsly's concerned expression. "Captain knows his punishments," Mazu held a half peeled spud aloft. "Nothing I hate worse than a dull job."

"I'll help." Pugsly sat down, plucking a potato from the pile.

Mazu grinned cheekily with a wink. "Aye, faster we get done, faster we can do other things."