Sleeping Beauty

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, goatkisser! She asked me to draw Magic Awakening for Scotch and she had this amazing idea. I'm so happy that I was able to draw it! Read the story below to see what I mean!

Scotch is Valtas apprentice. Together this old grumpy puller and his brave but terribly cocky showoff follower will encounter all kind of adventures. 

Three days.  Three days tracking bandits in a sea of sand, and they had found nothing.  Now even the tracks had been blown away by nighttime storms, and for all the walking they had done, Valta and Scotch were no closer to taking back their stolen goods than they had been when they first set off in pursuit.  Tensions were running more than a little high as they yet again set up camp in the blazing sun, laying out the rugs and shade tarp.  Long after everything was set up and Valta had gone inside, Scotch grumbled to herself and paced 'til she was dizzy from the sun.

"It's no wonder we were robbed," came a sharp dry grumble, slightly muffled through the layers of cloth.  "Some sneak you are, clomping around."  Scotch stilled, posture rigid.  The words were especially biting in this moment, as her boldness had indeed been part of what had gotten them into this mess in the first place.  

"Excuse me?" she snapped back, trying to keep the wobble of feeling out of her voice.  Her face felt hot.

"Yelling too?  They'll be back any minute."

Scotch ducked into the tent, green gaze glaring.  "If you spent more time teaching and less lazing around, maybe they wouldn't have gotten away!"  She countered, too flustered to stop the words spilling out. Valta rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

"No!  Do you even know where we--"

"Oh, you think you know better?" Valta cut her off.  Scotch bared her teeth, lips curling in an involuntary snarl.  He never listened to her!  She felt a funny sensation spreading over her face, like an itchiness under her skin.  

And all of a sudden, Valta's sneering expression went slack.  He wavered and nearly dropped, then finally sunk down onto the rugs.  Scotch jumped back, her own face falling in shock.  What?  What?!  She stood frozen.  She was no stranger to the abilities of a mentalist, but her mind couldn't catch up to what had happened.  Valta snored a bit, shifting in his sleep and furrowing his brows.

Oh, oh no...  

Realizing just how angry her mentor would be upon waking, Scotch scampered from the tent like it had caught fire.  Bandits!!  She would find the bandits, and then he couldn't be too mad.  

...right?

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