Nimble: A to Z Challenge 2017 Post #14


Welcome to my A to Z Blogging Challenge Posts.

This month I’ve challenged myself to not only do 26 blog posts in 30 days based on One Word Writing Prompts, but also to try to link them together into some kind of cohesive whole.  I’d love to hear how you think I’m doing.  If you want to start the story from the beginning, check out the Angel post from April 1.

Today’s One Word Writing Prompt:

The definitions are from the Oxford English Dictionary via their on-line access (which I have through my University employer).  Feel free to skip down to the story segment if you don’t share my fascination with words, definitions, and shades of meaning.


nimble, adj., adv., and n.
†1. Quick at grasping, comprehending, or learning; (hence) clever, wise. Cf. sense A. 5. Obs.
†2. Quick to seize or take hold of one. Obs. rare.
3. Quick and light in movement or action; agile; active.
a. Of persons, animals, or things. Also in extended use.
b. Of a vehicle (in early use: spec. a ship or boat): fast and easy to manoeuvre.
c. Of actions, motion, qualities, etc.
†4.  a. Quick or ready to do something; (with inat) keen or ready for something. Obs.
b. Of a medicine or chemical agent: acting rapidly. Cf. sense A. 2. Obs.
c. Of actions: taking place quickly. Obs. rare.
5.   a. Of the mind, intellect, etc.: quick to devise or plan; clever, versatile, alert.
b. Cleverly contrived, cunningly executed.
c. Of a person: quick-witted, clever, acute.
6.  a. Chiefly U.S. Of a coin or sum of money: giving a quick return, circulating briskly. Chiefly in nimble ninepence,nimble shilling. Now rare.
b. Of a company, investor, investment, etc.: readily adaptable to variable market requirements or economic conditions.
In a nimble manner; nimbly. Obs.
†C. n.
In pl. cant. The fingers. Obs. rare—1.
nimble, v.
1. intr. To move nimbly. Freq. with adv.
†2. trans. To make nimble or supple. Obs.

Today’s Story Segment:


Uriel found the sprayer in the large tub to be very enjoyable.  He was able to thoroughly wet his body and his wings.  He used the soap on his body, trying to memorize the planes and muscles of his new form.  He wasn’t used to being so large.  He estimated he was probably something near eighteen hands tall.  Rosario was a good three hands shorter than Uriel, putting him closer to the average height of humans when Uriel was last sent to walk the earthly plane.

Before, Uriel had almost always appeared as a youth.  He was young and small, nimble in most cases.  It made it easier to disguise when he used his wings to assist him in running or jumping if he were in a form that would be expected to be able to run and dash about.

His current form felt heavy.  All parts of it were large, but in proportion to each other, from his shoulders, to his powerful arms and legs, and even his feet.  He also had the dark ebony skin-tone.  The Romans and Greeks were more of a dusky brown with an occasional olive tinge.  The only men with dark brown, nearly black skin-tones had been slaves in the Roman world.  He should ask Rosario if there were books he could read to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

Uriel rinsed the soap from his body and looked at the little bottles Rosario had said were for hair.  He picked one up, finding directions on the back.  One was for lathering and cleaning, the other for conditioning the hair.  Uriel assumed that would be more like an oil, so put it back, but read the one called shampoo again.  He thought it might be better for washing his winds than the cake of soap.

It took him several minutes to figure out how to open the bottle.  The was no cork, so he pulled and pressed until he found a place that made the top tilt, revealing an opening.  He tipped the bottle, and liquid slowly poured out into his hand.  Uriel set the bottle down again, leaving it open for now, and stepped away from the sprayer.  He carefully massaged the liquid across his right wing, watching as the bubbles spread.  It felt very nice against his feathers, and the gentle massage he was able to give his wing made them feel much better after the long day of flying.

Uriel repeated the process with the other wing, a soft moan escaping his body at how good it felt as the muscles in his wing relaxed as he messaged the shampoo across the feathers.  When he was done, he reached up to detach the sprayer as Rosario had shown him and carefully rinsed all the shampoo from his feathers.  He wouldn’t be able to fly again until they were fully dry, but he expected they would be remaining indoors for the night, so he didn’t feel that it would be dangerous.  He did want to make sure there was no residue from the shampoo though.  He’d washed them with harsh soaps in the past and found it took a thunderstorm to remove the film from his feathers.

When Uriel was satisfied that he’d gotten his wings as clean and residue free as possible, he put the sprayer back, rinsed his body one last time, and then turned the little metal knobs until the water stopped flowing.

Rosario was right.  Plumbing as he had termed it was a terribly convenient thing and made bathing much easier that it had been before.

Uriel stepped out and glanced around the bathroom, spotting a set of shelves that held a dozen pale blue towels.  He reached for one and began the laborious process of drying himself and his wings.


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