flyingfennel has found the oasis
Ring ring ring… The noise from the bell rang repeatedly as it’s trappee struggled to get out of the trap. “Of all the- “ Ring ring "-Things I’ve gotten myself into- " Ring "-This has to be the worst!"
It seemed like ages before the struggling sugar glider saw a figure moving towards him, and only seconds later that he had been cut down in what had to have been the quickest movement Fennel had ever seen.
Falling with an oomph, the glider quickly pulled himself up and got into the best defensive position he could think of, which would have done nothing if Finnick decided to attack him. Fennel had much knowledge on many things, but what the creature was in front of him wasn’t one of them.
"Well, I just happened to have stumble across a real life person!" Fennel replied, still a little disoriented from the fall, but what he said was true. It had been ages, or so it seemed, that the sugar glider had actually seen somebody. Ever since he entered the vast desert, nobody had been around. Or maybe he had just gotten lucky. He decided to go with the latter, seeing the unfriendly eyes of the native he had found.
The silence finally getting to him, Fennel held out a shaky hand in greeting, hoping he wouldn’t be losing it to that sharp blade the fox-like native had on his side. “Seriously though, I was just trying to find civilazation. Been stranded on this desert for days now.”
Although he tried to act normal, anybody could see how badly Fennel was shivering, and the rasping of his voice indicated that he hadn’t found any water either.
So he was lost, the typical story of ninety-nine percent of everybody who had ever come across Finnick’s oasis. It was a story he could believe too; if this was an assassination attempt, even on the off case somebody actually knew the location of his sanctuary, surely it would have been someone competent enough to free himself from a simple snare.
"Civilization only exists here to those who know where to find it." The intruder was lucky to have even found his oasis. Finnick knew just by the looks of him that it wouldn’t be long before he started feeling the more long-term signs of dehydration. Without a hint of reluctance, the fennec took the other’s hand in his own, shaking it, and at the same time letting down his own guard. "I happen to be one of those people."
It’s a shame that the foreign creature wasn’t going to make it anywhere without some water, a commodity which was bountiful in his oasis. However, Finnick was nothing short of accommodating, and he wouldn’t let the other die of dehydration. He cracked a smile, walking up to the tree that the intruder once hung from, and pulled out a coil of rope from a small hole.
"I’ll make you a deal. You stay here and try to fix the snare that you broke," Finnick held out the rope to the other, "and I’ll go get you some fresh water and rations. If you manage to get the thing working, I’ll even take you to the nearest town." And even if he failed, the fox would still escort his guest, but maybe the other would impress him.
Without waiting for agreement, Finnick started off towards his abode at the center of the oasis, knowing his guest would be insane to turn down his offer of water. Only moments later he stopped and called back, “the name’s Finnick, by the way,” before continuing on his way.
Rope in hand and an appalled look on his face was all Finnick had left behind on Fennel. That’s all he wanted in exchange for water? Well that was an easy task! If there was one thing that Fennel was good at, it was fixing things, and putting things together! Looking back at the design of the rope trap, he realized how botched the quality was on it, and a small blush came to him as he wondered how he wasn’t able to see it in the first place.
An idea came to him, and he cracked a big, shaky smile as he started on fixing the trap, but he wasn’t even fixing it, he was willing to play a little joke on his savior, barely thinking of the consequences it would have on his rescue. It would be nothing to the sugar glider, just a few tiny adjustments here and there, though his body wouldn’t work as fast as he wanted it to, and the shaking was unbearable. Finally though, he stood back, the grin once again appearing on his face.
If there was one thing that Fennel loved almost as much as fixing and inventing, it was pranking. And that was what he was going to do now. He had made the trap almost invisible, setting it up so that the rope was buried partially, making it impossible to see if you were looking for the rope on the tree. Standing right next to where the trap would trigger, Fennel could only wait for the fox to come back.