more Oz fic
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strongheartmaidAN: set slightly after the Lion scene
Dorothy cuddled Toto close to her as they walked down the Yellow Brick Road, her thoughts distant as she mulled over what she had seen. There had been something strange to the Lion - she could almost swear she saw him cry. She didn't think lions could cry - but then, things were so much more different here than back home in Kansas. A small lump rose up in her throat as she thought about Kansas - she dearly missed Auntie Em and Uncle Henry. Still, she thought, as she hugged Toto tighter to her, there was just something so painfully familiar about the Scarecrow that at least that was some comfort to her.
Toto gave a tiny sigh and squirmed a bit in Dorothy's arms, hoping that she would loosen her grip. He did like to breath after all and she was holding him so very tight. Granted, he could understand why she didn't want to let him go - especially after what that human back home wanted to do to him. It wasn't his fault he bit her! She provoked him - but no-one but Dorothy seemed to think that.
"Dorothy," the Scarecrow said quietly. "I think Toto's trying to tell you something."
Dorothy startled, clearly having been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't been paying attention. "Oh, Toto," she said. "I'm sorry. Thank you, Scarecrow."
Toto merely barked his thanks - not wanting to reveal that he was able to Talk. He was enjoying being "normal" in this fairyland. But, he did note that it would come in handy later.
Scarecrow nodded. "Welcome, Dorothy," he said, his voice softening a bit. He mentally shook himself - what was he doing? He wasn't worthy of her affection - he was a brainless scarecrow. What would a girl like her want with something like him?
Toto wiggled in Dorothy's arms before leaping down to walk. He pranced down the Yellow Brick Road, enjoying the sounds his nails made against the bricks.
Dorothy gave a small laugh as she watched her dog prance. "Toto, don't go too far ahead of us," she called.
Lion just watched the small black bundle of fluff as it walked, silently losing himself in his thoughts of life before this... this nightmare.
"You're brooding," the Woodsman said, his voice soft.
The Lion glanced over. "I suppose I am," he admitted. "I have a lot on my mind."
Dorothy cuddled Toto close to her as they walked down the Yellow Brick Road, her thoughts distant as she mulled over what she had seen. There had been something strange to the Lion - she could almost swear she saw him cry. She didn't think lions could cry - but then, things were so much more different here than back home in Kansas. A small lump rose up in her throat as she thought about Kansas - she dearly missed Auntie Em and Uncle Henry. Still, she thought, as she hugged Toto tighter to her, there was just something so painfully familiar about the Scarecrow that at least that was some comfort to her.
Toto gave a tiny sigh and squirmed a bit in Dorothy's arms, hoping that she would loosen her grip. He did like to breath after all and she was holding him so very tight. Granted, he could understand why she didn't want to let him go - especially after what that human back home wanted to do to him. It wasn't his fault he bit her! She provoked him - but no-one but Dorothy seemed to think that.
"Dorothy," the Scarecrow said quietly. "I think Toto's trying to tell you something."
Dorothy startled, clearly having been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't been paying attention. "Oh, Toto," she said. "I'm sorry. Thank you, Scarecrow."
Toto merely barked his thanks - not wanting to reveal that he was able to Talk. He was enjoying being "normal" in this fairyland. But, he did note that it would come in handy later.
Scarecrow nodded. "Welcome, Dorothy," he said, his voice softening a bit. He mentally shook himself - what was he doing? He wasn't worthy of her affection - he was a brainless scarecrow. What would a girl like her want with something like him?
Toto wiggled in Dorothy's arms before leaping down to walk. He pranced down the Yellow Brick Road, enjoying the sounds his nails made against the bricks.
Dorothy gave a small laugh as she watched her dog prance. "Toto, don't go too far ahead of us," she called.
Lion just watched the small black bundle of fluff as it walked, silently losing himself in his thoughts of life before this... this nightmare.
"You're brooding," the Woodsman said, his voice soft.
The Lion glanced over. "I suppose I am," he admitted. "I have a lot on my mind."
