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The knight tilted his head, unsure of how to answer that.
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How do you feel about cats?
The knight tilted his head, unsure of how to answer that.
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Life on the Farm||Closed
Of course the horse was scared. Astell and Pan shared a deep bond, and when this man tried to take her away from her, the mare whinnied and nipped at Vergard. The loyal animal ended up trotting after them to make sure her rider was alright.
Meanwhile, Pan remained asleep. She’d suffered from dehydration and exhaustion in it’s purest forms. Her head lolled to the side with her blonde hair splayed out behind it. Even her mouth hung open slightly, the dark circles clear beneath her eyelids.
The knight patted the horse on the head, "She be safe, you go eat."
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Making sure Pan was comfortable, Vegard bought some left overs from the night before over to where the woman laid. Taking a little bit, he moved to try and put some into her mouth and see if she could chew it.
What? I am a courtesan. I am not for free! But since you do look handsome in that armour you can touch my hair for free
...Cou... cou-t-and? /stops trying to say her 'name' and nods his head about being able to get this 'free' head touch /reaches out to play with her hair happily
Do you have money to pay for it? If you do bene you can touch my hair. Or better yet are you my lover? The touch is free.
/open mouth
/closes mouth
/CONFUSED LOOK
glemt-vinter replied to your post: /pats hair It be soft, me touch again?
….
Depends…
/tilts head to the side
Life on the Farm||Closed
The woman had been traveling for a week and a half at this point. She hadn’t packed enough food, choosing to feed her horse rather than herself. Pan had continued to layer up her clothing the closer she got to her destination. Usually she’d prefer to send one of her men into a cold climate but this situation had called for her specific attention.
But she was exhausted. Her head hung, having to jolt herself awake every so often to keep from falling asleep. On the edge of the approaching farm, the woman glanced off to the side. She may have caught his eye, but all the other would see would be the master assassin collapsing from fatigue and exhaustion right off of her horse.
Over the last few weeks, months- he didn't really know, but it had been over a couple of weeks at least, Vegard had gotten a job at a farm. He had came across a nice old couple one day, they seemed to have known him- he had been a friend of their grandson, that was what it sounded like. After some talking, they had let him be in their care, and in return, he did the hard work out on the farm for them.
Vegard was able to do a lot around the farm, and today, he had been busy picking up sticks. The night before had been a windy one, and the knight was doing his best to clean up the place. During his work though, he heard a horse, and being curious, he took a few steps over to see if it was a horse or not.
It was- and to his horror, a person was with the horse- or was with the horse. She stumbled on off the animal, Vegard dropped what he was carrying and ran over.
Picking Pan up, the man carried her on inside. He sat her next to the fire and tucked his fur over her. The old couple had went to the village- he could not ask them for any help.
"Mal—" He went to sound it out, but stopped himself, quickly realizing that would be a lost cause. "Vegard, hmm? You like birds?"
The man nodded his head. "Birds, si! Animals, I like, birds be animals." He nodded his head, his words making sense to him.
i will just draw icons for you no one can stop me o v o
[waITWHATOHMYGOSHksf;
[uh
just give me some more details of this farm and the surroundings and i can start]
[something like this but with more of the end-of-winter-melting-snowness?]
god your doodles are too cute fjhd ´v ` <3
[thankyou ;u; INEEDTOGETBACKTODOINGTHEM]
"No, my name is Malfatto." He thought long and hard about pulling away, not enjoying such closeness from this man, but decided against it. The man seemed harmless enough. "Dare I ask your name?"
".......Mask-o?" The knight wasn't fully sure how to say the other's name, and Mask sounded good enough. He shall be mask and be his little bird~ "Me be.." It took him some tries to get it right, but soon enough, he was able to get his name out. "Vegard!"
(Sure sure Maybe she falls off of her horse or something)
[That sounds good~ Would you like me to start us off or you? uvu ]
The man’s whole face lit up as Malfatto leaned in, and he happily moved to pet the man’s beaked face. “Bird!”
Malfatto quietly sighed as his mask was pet. “Yes, fine… Bird.”
"Bird name, be Mask?" He questioned, stroking the other on the hat now.
(Wot No I mean like Italy or wherever he’s from But anything works Pan is just really low on rest lately)
[WHOOPSSORRY Perhaps Pan is traveling near where he is from, and say, Vegard is ..WORKINGONAFARM, and Pan's tried from traveling, and such?]
(Sure. Where?)
[Perhaps in a market-place? ORINAFORST-]