He was sprinting after Peter, watching the sudden bear and the man's back, reading the uncertainty as he slowed. The bear showed its teeth in an impressive snarl, and Rory ran past the other man—not quite a dead sprint anymore, because the need to rush was gone. Peter didn't seem inclined to get close to the beast, though he did tag along after Rory, probably hoping to trick the bear, but eventually seemed to decide against going close anyway.
Wary, expecting something to come and turn the tables as Rory had turned them first, he stepped in behind the bear and bent to pick the scarf up. His fingers closed around it—a little wet with dew but otherwise undamaged—and nothing happened. Breathing hard still from the run he straightened up, watching Peter over the back of the bear.
It seemed to be the end of the exercise. ”Clever,” he said, and Rory wasn't sure whether to feel pleased or uncomfortable. What if Peter wouldn't like Rory besting him in such a way..? Especially after he'd said he wasn't any good?
But this hadn't been a sword-fight, this had been something else.
"Thank you," he ended up saying, letting the bear slip back into the aether it had come from. Rory stepped through the now vacant space and held the scarf out to its owner. "I think you would've kept it from me easily, though, if it hadn't been for this." This being the slight demonstration of his powers, a sparrow flitting out from the folds of the world to perch on the thumb of Rory's outstretched hand.
Wary, expecting something to come and turn the tables as Rory had turned them first, he stepped in behind the bear and bent to pick the scarf up. His fingers closed around it—a little wet with dew but otherwise undamaged—and nothing happened. Breathing hard still from the run he straightened up, watching Peter over the back of the bear.
It seemed to be the end of the exercise. ”Clever,” he said, and Rory wasn't sure whether to feel pleased or uncomfortable. What if Peter wouldn't like Rory besting him in such a way..? Especially after he'd said he wasn't any good?
But this hadn't been a sword-fight, this had been something else.
"Thank you," he ended up saying, letting the bear slip back into the aether it had come from. Rory stepped through the now vacant space and held the scarf out to its owner. "I think you would've kept it from me easily, though, if it hadn't been for this." This being the slight demonstration of his powers, a sparrow flitting out from the folds of the world to perch on the thumb of Rory's outstretched hand.
