if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
The young panda was hardly dissuaded in the slightest by Frost's clear lack of horns, after all, there were LOADS of super cool OTHER animals he could totally be and she was determined to guess it! He could always totally be a hippo! How neat would that be! At least, that was before a far better and super great idea practically smacked her in the heat. A PANDA BEAR! He could be just like her! Okay, well, maybe not just like her but...you know...sort of like her. His hair was white and he seemed like he'd totally be huggable like a panda was. He'd be a GREAT panda. The very idea of how much of a panda Frost surely was prompted a girlish squeal from her lips as she all but threw her arms around his waist with the very assurance that she no longer had to be the only panda in the whollleee city! Now, there were two of them! TWO PANDAS! It was only the gruff tone of Oliver's voice, combined with the hesitant admittance that Frost was most definitely not a panda, that seemed to deflate the usually enthusiastic girl. An audible, almost dejected sigh left her lips, one that was hardly eased by Oliver's insistence that she could merely ask what he was. Of course she could have just asked the whole time but...she had been so sure...
She fell to an almost unusual silence as she listened to the pair of men introduce each other with all this super cool bluntness, the pair shaking hands with all the firmness of super fancy businessmen. That invitation into Frost's home was hardly unexpected, after all they did come to talk about super serious things that definitely should not be talked about on the porch! Still, Abigail remembered the couch hurricane and her children that most definitely wanted to eat the poor little unsuspecting panda with their SUPER DUPER SHARP TEETH. She peered tentatively around the corner and down the quiet hallway, only to announce to her bestie best that it was safe, even if she had quite forgotten to tell him what she was protecting him from! The girl was keen to bounce into the placid embrace of the home, she glanced behind her, making sure her Olly Bear was following her into the home, even if his nose seemed all....super twitchy, as if he'd smelled something awful. Her own head tilted upwards, Abigail pointedly sniffing the air and yet she could hardly smell anything at all! It smelled like....like....like....fabric cleaner!
The very last thing that Abigail expected, as Frost closed the door behind her, was any mention of Arlo! The very idea that she'd abandon him for Olly, as great as Oliver was, prompted a series of girlish giggles from her lips. She waved off the idea quite visibly, only to insist that not only was Oliver most definitely NOT her boyfriend, but he was her BESTEST BEST BESTIE in the whole wide world!!! Not only that, but Oliver, as her bestie, had taken on a very very super duper important role! HE had decided that he'd check and make sure Frost wasn't some super duper creepy man who wanted to steal her away in the dead of night to keep her...for...whatever reason super duper creepy men kept people!!! The very idea seemed to prompt a rise in Frost's brows, though really she couldn't blame him, the idea sounded quite crazy to her too. Who would ever kidnap her?! Not when Frostie Frost had given her salad. Clearly he was not kidnapping material but her bear wants to make sure and a happy bear was a happy thing!
Abigail bounded after Frost and into the warmth of the fireplace - the very sight of it prompted a soft gasp to her lips. A REAL WORKING FIREPLACE?! WAS THAT REAL WOOD!!! SHE'D NEVER SEEN ONE OF THOSE BEFORE! The chair and sofa and practically every other semi-reasonable comfy place were all but abandoned if only so Abigail could sit DIRECTLY IN FRONT of the fireplace -the very warmth that exuded from the hearth all but bafflingly astounding to the young panda-girl. She was aware, naturally, of the men speaking about her behind her, even if her back was to them as she warmed her hands almost inquisitively in front of the fireplace. Her Olly Bear was...really, quite sweet, those very compliments prompted a warm simper upon her features, even if Abigail remained ENTIRELY oblivious of that underlying message. In fact, it was only Frost's bluntness that sharply garnered her hazel eyes...and yet...even his insistence that she was 'too trusting' was not something she hadn't heard before. What was it Alexis had said about how she shouldn't trust too many people before she discovered they were wearing scary masks? Still, neither Frost nor Oliver was wearing a mask - silly Alexis.
Abigail, however, hardly interrupted alllll that talk allllll about her. Well, not entirely, rather she was keen to continue it, instead insisting that if Frost disliked Olly then HE could be her Alpha and she'd be like...his bestest best vice-president the world had EVER seen! The very declaration that the pair obviously came together (duh!), seemed to prompt a sharp inhale from her friend and yet...OLLY SAID SHE COULD BE HIS VICE PRESIDENT! The mere suggestion brought her hands together in a singular clap of glee. "Yay!" Thankfully (or maybe unthankfully, after all, vice president sounded...AWESOME), Frost was quite assertive in his own announcement that he didn't hate Olly, just like Abigail KNEW he wouldn't. How could anyone hate OLLY?! He was all big and floofy and he had a suppperr duperr cute black little nose that you could bop - bop, bop, bop! Any thoughts of Oliver's black lil snoot, however, were interrupted by Frost and his...wordiness. "Beta?" She inquired, her head tilting to the side in consideration. "Why do they call it that. That doesn't sound fun at all." The young woman commented as a single finger rose to her lips, tapping against them in a musing manner. Her consideration of her vice presidency (because she was SO sticking with that), however, was interrupted by Oliver's inquiry of both the pack and Frost himself, unless their soon to be President was too busy.
Frost, much like Abigail quite expected, insisted he had more than enough time for them. And really, why shouldn't he? They were awesome! The lithe female turned on her bottom, giving the fireplace her back as she drew her knees up against her chest, her chin resting upon her knee. It was, she was certain, the perfect position for story time!! Abigail fell quiet as she listened super intently to Frost's tale, that very story quickly turning from a once upon a time to a horrible little nightmare. It saddened her, admittedly, to hear those vague details of Frost's life and yet, she hardly had the words to offer him any sort of reassurance. Then again, he didn't quite look sad about it either, especially when that story so quickly pivoted back to all his present life consisted of. She remained silent at the end of Frost's story, her gaze shifting between the two men to see if that was a satisfactory story for Oliver (though really she had no idea what would please her beary bear).
It was Frost's insistence that the only two requirements for joining his pack was to not be a fool (which Abigail DEFINITELY WAS NOT)....and to possess some ability of self-defense. The very idea of that expectation of her made the girl cringe. Hurting someone else seemed...awful, the young woman certainly not sure she had such a capability even as Frost declared that he saw no reason to underestimate those panda abilities. Frost clearly had NO IDEA what sort of Panda she was if he thought she could be some big baddy! Her little teethies would just leave a very unhappy mark on someone! Maybe if she used her claws but...that seemed...icky...Abigail's hazel eyes turned down towards her fingers as they flexed into human-like 'claws', the girl considering the very plausibility with furrowed brows. Maybe....maybe she was not meant to be in Frost's pack after all...how disappointing!
Abigail Hughes a were red panda