Maid Marian: vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/sc…
Staring out a window pane, a red vixen sighed at the rain lightly sprinkling her view to the outside world. It’s been several days since Robin Hood has come back from his much needed vacation. Maid Marian isn’t foolish, she wouldn’t dare think poorly of the male fox’s absence, she praises it, among other things. Yes, he should be allowed with as much time as he needs, but there’s only so much pretentious cleaning one can do on their own before they begin to question if it even matters.
Marian has been cleaning this oak wood house for three years, doing everything someone with her name would imply. Sweeping, organizing, polishing...dusting, all were second nature to the vixen. At this time in her life, she couldn’t help but think of what she could’ve done with her life and why she would choose this path out of all of them.
A raindrop leaks from the now ajar window, startling the pondering housewife. She blank suddenly, rubbing her eyes as she looked more closely at the clouds. A stark hole appeared in the floating vapor with smoke trails following quickly there after. A large crunch struck Marian’s eardrums, the canine wincing dramatically.
A women from the distance could be heard screaming “Oh my goodness!” from a distance, reacting to the surprise from the heavens. This triggered the maid to get out of her confindments to see what was going on. Her hands gripped the window and pushed it down, using the space granted to squeeze out of the window as she gripped a master key for her hopeful return.
Holding her skirt up and tip-toeing as swiftly as the fair Marian could fathom, the maid finally reached the crash site. Once there, the vixen could only assume this person was crushed by an unidentifiable object. The vixen calmly pushed her way to the front of the crowd that built up over the phenomenon. What messenger awaited them, sending something so...odd?
Marian approached the crater formed from the crash, spontaneously triggering the last spurt from one of the crushed exhaust pipes. She gasped, but bravely drew nearer to the unknown entity. Hesitantly, the red vixen touched an arm that was poking from the rubble. The arm moved.
Out from the ashes, rose an unusually colored vixen in an extremely tight and blue outfit. The entire crowd gasped, eyeing the women in amazement. Some of those eyes belonged to smirking lads, which were quickly redirected by the wives standing closely behind them. The blue vixen coughed thickly before hanging a hand above her eyes to make out what was in front of her.
Feeling an odd desire to take initiative, Marian pulled the women from the very shallow hole. “Aaiyyy! Your burning! I’ll fix ya right up!” Marian assured to the familiar looking alien. “Yay, ol’ Robin’s gal!” A booming voice said in the back to the two vixens. Maid Marian groaned at the lack of true recognition, moseying along.
A few feet from the house and the blue figure shoved herself off of the kind Maid. She brushed herself off and pulled out her EMD (Emergency Messaging Device) similar to an impatient child pulling their phone out after promptly reaching any sort of dining place. The canine was flustered as she began messaging someone from up above.
Wacky and obscure noises came from the blue vixen, spiking Marian’s curiosity and to prompt a question “Um...ma’am? What is…” She got closer to the distracted lady, observing the artifact that she was sticking her nose towards. “That?” Marian finished, pointing at the EMD.
Instinctively, the alien swung her EMD away and read the message she got back. Her muzzle furrowed and her hand clenched the device. She cursed at the sky and nearly slammed the EMD down, but recollected to be resourceful and huffed through her snout to suffice her anger.
The blue vixen slicked her head back, still heated over her current problem. She looked at the gown-wearing vixen, grinning slightly at the kindness she’s been shown for crashing in. Sliding her EMD into her pocket, she approached the worried red vixen and introduced herself. “Sorry ‘bout that, just trying to get back home.” She glanced at the sky, then back at the other vixen. “Name’s Krystal, and that’s all to my name, dear.” Her eyes brightened as she extended a furry hand.
Blushing, the flattered red vixen stretched her arm to Krystal “Pleasure to meet you!” After a brief shake of the hand, Marian took a step back, held her skirt up in respect and bowed down. “Maid Marian.” She rose up, staring gleefully eye to eye towards the blue vixen. She turned to the side, letting Krystal get a view of the nearby door.
Krystal nodded, making a shallow stride to the house. Before she could touch the door handle, Marian rushed in to open the door for her. The sturdy wood jammed itself against Krystal’s snout momentarily. “HIshhhh!” Krystal exclaimed, rubbing her palm on her mildly throbbing nose. The female fox deathly gazed at the thoughtless maid, softening her stare being met with an apologetic sight.
The maid was eager to treat her guest well, speed walking past the traveler. Before getting to the kitchen, she glances at the blue fox’s vision. Krystal’s eyes are staring at Robin’s loose gold sitting on a desk near her. Marian knows any lower classmen would beg for gold, or anyone at all. The vixen’s tail droops as she misses the days of dreaming to be rich, she already was.
Gold? Just lying around?! Krystal had to get some, it was her only chance. The space pilot leaned a hand on the desk with gold. She cleared her voice unnaturally and asked “Is there any way to acquire funds?” She chuckled, her throat dry from the off-ness of her sentence.
The red fox lady’s ears perked, hearing that magic phrase enter the air of audibility. She quickly turned around and said “Please take this and this, and wear this.” Swiftly, she handed the blue vixen a duster, pan and a spare maid outfit to not dirty up her own clothes. Oh and if you dust those awful books right there, I’ll give you...20 gold coins!” She said, smiling like a child getting candy during Halloween.
Marian saw the scared but confident nod from the startled Krystal and ran to Robin’s lounging chair, attempting to simulate Robin watching her dusting. She got to the edge of the seat and waited for the overwhelmed vixen to get to work.
Krystal blinked in shock, the women had quite a lot of energy for being a typical housewife. She shook her head and placed the gown over her and got her tools ready. Her head inched towards the books, but her nose was riled up and wanted to leave the face of the blue vixen, shaking a bit. This Star Fox pilot was certain this wasn’t gonna be a good time for her, but she didn’t really have a choice.
Reaching as far as the relaxing Marian could reach, she managed to grab some needle and yarn. Her eyes grew heavy as the wife dreamed of Robin’s return, her hands knitting a heart naturally. Before evening making a full loop, she let her hands go and laid soundly on the chair she sat in.
“Gehihh...hmm!” Krystal hitched, grabbing her nose as she glanced at the snoozing vixen. The blue maid hummed softly, glad the workload wasn’t anything too tight on her. She took this valuable time to observe the stack of books, hoping to find a way to get closer without triggering her pesky nares.
They flinched again, sniffing autonomously at the sudden entrance of some loose dust. Krystal snorted through her snout to startle her nose’s endeavors. The flustered lady crossed her eyes to confront the rising concern. She analyzed large bumps and wrinkles appearing sporadically on her fair muzzle. Gritting her teeth, the extraterrestrial canine shifted gears and worked more tirelessly on the task at hand, coming off as more desperate.
The Star Fox co-pilot’s ear twitched, vibrating at the sound of sleep talking. Turning her head, she indeed confirmed her suspicions as she saw the gown covered madam kicking her feet back with an arm resting effortlessly behind her head. This minor distraction let her nose pick up more of the painfully itchy dust whilst being sent far up her muzzle, deep into her sinuses.
An eye popped open from the blue maid, wincing harshly at the sharp growth in the tickle that was dancing in her muzzle. She wiped her hands on her pristine and white gown, making sure there was no dust to be spread for what she needed to do. The impatient sniffer quivered some more, sending a hand swiftly to the poor thing.
It was then that Krystal was at the unfortunate will of the dust residing inside her. She was combating her nose with a hesitant struggle with an itch much more powerful than any trick. Yet, her palm slide up and down the face of her black, plup nose. The squishy thing easily moved by swipes sending the nostrils vertically with it. Her nostrils twitched a fiercer twitch.
This send her tougher appendages into play, scrapping her nostrils with knuckles circling the nose holes as the stretched and squashed rythemically. It almost felt like nothing good was happening out of it, but the contortion of her poor, squishy nose wasn’t hurting it either. Krystal’s sniffling and snorting grew to the sound of a freight train equal to her desperation.
After a loud snort, Marian woke up feeling groggy. It felt like she had slept for an hour when it was only 10 minutes. She glided a hand over her forehead and sat up, looking to the sniffling maid. For a mere moment, the red vixen had sympathy. Perhaps the newcomer would have quite a show to put on, if only she had gotten any work done.
Her jaw dropped when her eyes met the bookcase, the thing still littered with dust. Eyes twitching and head fuming, the maid did what she knew best and took large, booming steps towards Krystal. Grabbing the tools, she yelled “What the bloody hell is this?” Marian complained as she aggressively got ready to demonstrate what to do.
Lifting the pan and duster, Marian raised her nose in pride and instructed “It’s reaaaally simple, all you have to do is sweep like this, catch it and then...puihhh…” the red vixen hitched, catching some dust in her nose from her abrasive brushes.
The tools dropped abruptly, as did some dust. Krystal noticed this with her irritated nose as it was finally sent over the edge. She pushed the side of her nose with a thumb while a finger pressed against the front of it as a plea for the itching to stop. With her snout raising as high as possible, her nose finally won. “Hihhh-ehhh! Guihhh-huhhh-Hreechiehhh! Gughciew!” The blue vixen blew, sniffling into her now wet finger.
Waving a hand in front of her nose, Marian was almost convinced this was calling the sneeze fairy to tend to her awful, awful nose. After being blasted by the blue vixen, she snorted, almost coughing as the size of her nostrils expanded the inch needed to outperform her finger. Wiggling a finger up and down her round nose, a hand clasped over her muzzle to catch the unspeakable to the best of it’s ability. “Ohhh-oh muihhh...rechiewwww! Uhchiew.” Marian finished softly, sending a tingle out of her nose.
After the performance of both of them, the maid of the house thought it was time for Krystal to go on her way. She stood up and sniffed deeply to get her thoughts together. A large puff of dust hit her nose, widening her eyes. Rapidly, a slender finger struck her tender sniffer. The head of the red vixen rising as quickly as she rubbed the end of her snout. “Ehpchiew.” She sneezed softly again, releasing the remainder of the ticklish dust.
“I think your services are greatly appreciated.” Marian giggled nervously. “But I think it’s better if you gooo…” The maid suggested, placing 50 gold pieces in the blue woman’s hand.
Her jaw agape, Krystal bowed down herself and went on her way. She took her EMD out and called a traveling party with a handsome offer. With that offer, a vessel came unusually fast and sweeped her up, taking her to Corneria.
As the blue vixen left, Marian couldn’t help but wonder to herself. She thought “Is this really my calling?” her mind suggested as the fox lady approached the dusty book cover. Sniffling and sliding a finger at her pesky nose, she smiled with a hitch. “Yes, and I wouldn’t trade it for thihhh...the world.” Smiling, she went about her day fixing up the house as per usual.
Later on, a knock on the door and a rustle of the door handle came about. A handsome fox pushed the door open with a smirking smile, greeting “I’m home darling.” The maid she came home to was not just a maid to him, but a sweet and charming gal.