Roly Poly Pumpkins

It’s almost as if the gourds are creating nests out in the Field. Tall grasses rustle here and there, and then the fuckers come out of nowhere to attack ankles and feet. It’s more a nuisance than anything else, but Wessex has become rather bored with simply dispatching them via a swift kick, sword stroke, or arrow. She saw a couple of Outlanders kicking one around and though she didn’t know the game, it gave her an idea. There’s a cleared area, a sizeable firepit, multiple stick bundles, and plenty of roughly head-sized pumpkins hanging by their stems from a nearby small tree. Wessex picks up the stick bundles and arranges them in a group, making sure they stand up straight. She then goes to retrieve a gourd, cutting the string with a knife, and carrying it by its stem. Standing a good couple of human-lengths away, she takes aim at the sticks and half rolls, half pitches the gourd towards the group, hoping to knock some down. It’s a nice effort, but her technique is way off. The orange ‘ball’ rolls helter-skelter and then comes to a rest to the left of the bundles, chittering angrily at her. Wessex chuckles until it tries to take off into the darkness, at which point she has to chase it down and hurls it towards the stick bundles once again. This time, it hits a couple of them on the edge, and then explodes, knocking another one down. Well. That was satisfying. She sets the sticks up again and goes to get another pumpkin, ready to try again. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm