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Bonfires
Written as a thematically similar partner to this in appreciation of her most recent Patreon story.
“I know who I want for a Mentor,” Helda announced with the adamant confidence of a thirteen-year-old as she danced into the room.
Her friend Kaleb looked doubtful. “Isn't it kind of early to be thinking about that?”
“Professor Doomsday,” Helda continued, either oblivious or ignoring his comment. “She's amazing. She built Cloverleaf all by herself.”
“Not by herself,” Kaleb scoffed. “She had help, no one can build an entire city without help.”
“Professor Doomsday can,” Helda replied primly. “She's just too modest to take all the credit.”
The quiet member of the trio, Jordan, spoke, hitting the point just between an interruption and an aside. “Professor Doomsday is a little scary.”
The three of them were quiet for a moment as they considered this.
“Yeah, she is,” Helda finally agreed. “Intimidating. Because she's the kind of person who can build an entire city,” she added with a pointed look at Kaleb.
“Or flatten it,” he muttered. “She's pretty, though.”
“Like that matters!” Helda huffed. “Boys. Besides, she's not just pretty. Professor Lily is pretty. Professor Doomsday is... I don't know, more than pretty. Like a force of nature.”
“Don't tell me you have a crush on the Principal?” Kaleb rolled his eyes and Helda smacked him indignantly.
“I do not have a crush on her! She's just the best! I want to learn how to be just as great as she is.” She nodded emphatically.
“Like a bonfire,” Jordan said musingly, completely off the thread of the conversation. “Red and beautiful and dangerous.”
Helda and Kaleb looked at each other, then pounced on Jordan simultaneously.
“You have a crush on her!” Kaleb sounded almost smug.
“Jordan has a cruuush, on Professor Dooomsdaaaay,” Helda chanted in a sing-song.
Jordan blushed furiously.
“I know who I want for a Mentor,” Helda announced with the adamant confidence of a thirteen-year-old as she danced into the room.
Her friend Kaleb looked doubtful. “Isn't it kind of early to be thinking about that?”
“Professor Doomsday,” Helda continued, either oblivious or ignoring his comment. “She's amazing. She built Cloverleaf all by herself.”
“Not by herself,” Kaleb scoffed. “She had help, no one can build an entire city without help.”
“Professor Doomsday can,” Helda replied primly. “She's just too modest to take all the credit.”
The quiet member of the trio, Jordan, spoke, hitting the point just between an interruption and an aside. “Professor Doomsday is a little scary.”
The three of them were quiet for a moment as they considered this.
“Yeah, she is,” Helda finally agreed. “Intimidating. Because she's the kind of person who can build an entire city,” she added with a pointed look at Kaleb.
“Or flatten it,” he muttered. “She's pretty, though.”
“Like that matters!” Helda huffed. “Boys. Besides, she's not just pretty. Professor Lily is pretty. Professor Doomsday is... I don't know, more than pretty. Like a force of nature.”
“Don't tell me you have a crush on the Principal?” Kaleb rolled his eyes and Helda smacked him indignantly.
“I do not have a crush on her! She's just the best! I want to learn how to be just as great as she is.” She nodded emphatically.
“Like a bonfire,” Jordan said musingly, completely off the thread of the conversation. “Red and beautiful and dangerous.”
Helda and Kaleb looked at each other, then pounced on Jordan simultaneously.
“You have a crush on her!” Kaleb sounded almost smug.
“Jordan has a cruuush, on Professor Dooomsdaaaay,” Helda chanted in a sing-song.
Jordan blushed furiously.