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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 3, 2023 21:20:39 GMT -5
The Kings Valley is far from Izzy's usual locale, but was due for a good meander. There was something about the sea of plains, long grass swirling in the wind for as far as the eye could see that was quaint, in the best possible way. It was quiet, consistent, and aesthetic as all hell.
Izzy leans into that; she felt like a proper roving mercenary, a stalk of long grass clenched between her teeth instead of her usual cigar. In her hand was a poster from a nearby outpost, a wanted ad of sorts to help some nearby farmer on her way back up to Zienav with some sort of livestock issue. Something about an earthquake forcing them to escape. Here and there were signs of the destruction mentioned in brief; a long crack of lifted earth, a fallen tree uprooted by the force of the quake that had ripped through the area. It was hard to tell, given how the plains sprawled before them, just how bad it had been... and odd that they were happening at all.
She tries not to think too much about it as she continues up the path towards the farm. Evidently, this persons animals-- no clue what they were-- had all gotten loose and scattered to the four directions when the earthquake broke their enclosure. Twirling the end of her whip around her finger, she tips her head to one side as she realizes that farther up ahead, also in the direction of the farm, appears to be someone making their way. She can't get a good look from this distance, but they seem.... short.
Cool.
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Mar 4, 2023 23:31:48 GMT -5
“ The earth shakes keep getting worse.” There’s a chirrup on her shoulders from a reptilian creature curled up there, his blue eyes wide and curious as he glances into a crevice of lifted earth before them. Roots of King’s Valley’s long grass are visible in the uprooted soil. The small drake clicks quizzically, an air of worry in the sound... Leni-Aura breathes a somewhat-defeated sigh, ears lowering back as she hops the small lift in the earth and continues on her way. She lifts a hand to rest on Nimbus’ neck to bring him a bit of comfort; he's seemed a little unsettled ever since they began... and even she had found it hard to settle after what happened in the Arid Mesa. In truth, she had hoped to find some relief or normalcy in meeting with the merchant caravan again; the very same that she had traveled with early in her days within Charon’s border: and when she did, she found that Orym’s cousin owned a farm around here… a quaint, old halfling just like himself.
The caravan was even staying there overnight, actually. But… the moment Orym had said the word 'but', she knew he had a favour to ask; and she did not mind, because she owes Orym a great deal for taking care of her for many months. Although, herding cattle is a bit out of her usual ordeal… she wonders, distantly, if someone’s luck of stumbling into the stupid has rubbed off on her... But no matter the case, Orym is Orym; and a friend of Orym’s receives more tolerance than usual from her when it comes to strange requests. A tiny, elongated chirrup comes from Nimbus; one that she recognizes as something that comes with his curiosity. She blinks, turning her eyes to the drake, who seems to be looking over her shoulder; with furrowed brows, she turns her head to face what he’s looking at— only to find a silhouette in the distance heading their way. ... Could they be any taller?
They're nearly blocking out the sun.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 5, 2023 17:46:23 GMT -5
Yes, yes Izzy could be taller, but at the moment, she was content with her already statuesque seven feet of height plus one inch for the time being... especially as she trailed up the road at her lazy saunter, the stalk of grass bobbing as she chrews it through her smile.
She was coming up to the area where loose set of directions given by the want ad she'd ripped off the bulletin board down the road had instructed, so, presumably, this... person?-- might have an idea or even a plan for what was to be accomplished here.
They seemed to have rabbit ears, and some sort of reptile on their shoulders, as her sharp eyes are able to ascertain from this distance. These country folk could be so flighty, so uncertain of the folks from the cities. The least she could do was try to appear hospitable and welcoming.
"Top o' the morning' to ya!" Izzy greets with enthusiasm, despite it being very much the early afternoon. "Name's Izzy, private investigator and da-da-da-da-da, I found this here want ad?" she holds it out for the hare... bunny... rabbitaur? To peruse. They had six legs, Izzy figured they could manage.
"I'm not from around these here parts-- as I'm sure you could deduce," she gestures to her whole self with a snicker. Izzy really was the kind of person one could see from miles away, if she was of a mind for it. "So I thought I might lend a hand. You from around hereeee....?" She drags out the word, rolling her hand as if prompting the rabbittaur to provide their name in exchange.
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Mar 6, 2023 21:54:24 GMT -5
Leni-Aura narrows her eyes uneasily, fingers itching to clasp the haft of her spear as the individual grows closer and closer. Then she approaches in full, until the rabbitaur’s craning her neck as far as it can go just to keep a cautious eye on the woman’s face. Her voice is… not hostile, at the least; but her greeting still causes Leni-Aura to furrow her brows quizzically. “ The sun will set in a few hours...” she answers in return without offering a greeting of her own. Nimbus chitters on her shoulder, twisting his neck to look at Izzy. Leni-Aura pulls back slightly when the woman introduces herself, and hands her some ad she picked up from who-knows-where; and Leni-Aura stares at it for a moment… because even though she is learning to read, she cannot read common this quickly upon a glance. “Uh… huh.” She answers instead, pretending as though she knows what the ad says.
She looks up at the woman’s face, ears tilting back slightly as Izzy gestures to herself. “ I would have to have clover for brains to not guess that,” she remarks, one ear twitching as she starts to turn away from Izzy— but the woman is still talking— and so, she only ends up readjusting her posture in an attempt to be slightly less rude than she otherwise might. She turns her head slightly to gaze up at Izzy. “ …” A soft sigh come from the rabbit woman as she watches the roll of Izzy’s hand. “ Leni-Aura Thunderpaw; I am not from here. I am from Dragon’s Cradle.” She turns around and starts to walk again; but after a few steps, she seems to be— at the very least— willing to continue the conversation. “ Where are you heading?” ...
Actually, it probably said where on the flyer she showed her.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 7, 2023 20:57:35 GMT -5
Izzy ignores the statement about the sun and time in general, ploughing right on as though she simply hadn't heard it at all. Though the clover for brains comment Izzy does catch, snickering gleefully at the charming little colloiquialism. And sure enough, her endless prattle does earn grant her a name, if entirely reluctant to offer it. The little drake on her shoulders was an absolute delight, a little snappy baby she quite liked the look of.
"Leni-Aura Thunderpaw," Izzy echoes, placing a hand over her heart. "Well bless my bones and coif my curls, what a fine name that is. Pleasure to meet you. And your little friend here," she snickers, looking to the small reptile. She might need to get herself one of those.
Without being invited to, Izzy follows Leni-Aura, thinking for a moment that she was leading her where Izzy needed to go-- only to have this quickly disproven. Interested in talking but either had not read the want ad she had displayed, or could not. Interesting. Again, non-plussed and unflappable as ever, Izzy moves right on past it... but, she does take note.
"Some farm of a guy-- Borym, I think his name was-- who lost a bunch of animals in the quake that happened here the other day. Thought I might come lend a hand; I'm pretty good at finding lost things," Izzy grins down at the rabbittaur. "So, Leni my new Lagomorphic friend, where are yoooou headed?"
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Mar 8, 2023 20:42:43 GMT -5
Leni-Aura lowers her ears when she hears Izzy repeat her name back to her, and isn’t offering her the time of day despite her show of drama and good manners— until she says something that isn’t even in Leni-Aura’s common vocabulary. “Wh… what your curls?” She repeats, brows furrowing when she looks up at Izzy with narrowed eyes from over her shoulder. Her eyes drift from her, to Nimbus on her shoulders when she regards him.
“His name is Nimbus.” She answers in half a grumble; but her ears do perk at the sound of the name that Izzy speaks next. “Borym,” she repeats, listening to the woman repeat the very same story that Orym had told her about his cousin with an obnoxiously similar name, Borym.
Apparently it was very popular back in his day.
… But unfortunately, this means that Izzy is going the very same direction she is.
“Tsk.” The rabbitaur breathes a sigh, her shoulders slouching a bit; and then she does it again! “Lago…? Ugh, never-mind.” Gods that don’t exist, how many big words does she know? Is she showing off? What the heck does that even mean!? An insult? She tries to shake it off. “I… am going the same direction. Borym is a friend of a friend, and I was asked to help gather some of his creatures after the earth shakes.” She answers honestly. “If that is where you are going, it is not far; a few crests from here, and—“
Her voice is drowned out by the sound of a sheep.
Leni-Aura blinks as she turns her head up; on the crest that they’re walking up, stands a Woolful with wool the color of the plains. It looks at them lazily, jaw shifting while it chews on long tendrils of grass. Leni-Aura supposes she should not be surprised to see it, but she still is. “Well… perhaps we are closer than I thought.”
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 11, 2023 0:54:43 GMT -5
Izzy's smile grows wiiide as Leni-Aura, her New Best Friend she has decided, glowers at her over her shoulder. "Coif! To style it up! Get all dressy with it"." She wiggles her fingers as if that explained things. She turns these wiggling fingers in the direction of Nimbus, putting on a high pitched baby-talk voice at the small drake-like creature. "Nimbuuus! What a cutie little sweetie name for a sweetie babyyy. I love him." she adds more seriously at the end, as if this was a solemn fact.
Her attention swerves back to the rabbitaur as she follows Leni up the road, bobbing along specifically so she can watch the little tuft of grass bounce with each step. Unfortunately, Izzy knew too many big words and would inevitably use many, many more. And besides that, Izzy is very quickly distracted by the fact that Leni-Aura here knew about Borym, too. What fun! What luck!
She pauses mid stride at the sound of something bleating. At the top of the hill, a Woolful, lazily chewing the tall stalks of grass. Grinning, Izzy looks down at her new companion. "What a bit of serendipity! The two of us headed to the same place, wow. Like fate decided." Izzy gestures up the path towards the Woolful with a chuckle. "Looks like we are! Either that or Woolful's have a wandering sort of spirit; I can relate, a nomadic soul bond, my brother," She bows at the ewe. It continues to chew the grass.
Clapping her hands together, she starts walking towards the woolful, "Alright, how do we wanna wrangle this guy? Bribes? A good ol' fashioned tusslin'?"
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Mar 16, 2023 11:39:47 GMT -5
“ I don’t…” Leni-Aura’s exasperation grows; she’s never heard this word in her life. “ I am not very dressy.” She admits, but raises a brow at Izzy’s immediate baby-talking that follows… but much to her disdain, Nimbus seems to be all for it. She feels the rapid thump of his wagging tail slap against her shoulder and the little prance of his feet while Izzy calls him a ‘sweetie baby’. It takes all of her willpower not to roll her eyes, but something about the sudden pitch change in her voice when she declares her ‘love’ for a creature she doesn’t know makes Leni-Aura puff an exasperated laugh, “ Please,” she sighs beneath her breath; but that’s about all she gets in before the arrival of the Woolful. Leni-Aura stops, ears lowering slightly when Izzy looks down at her and starts to use big words again. Could she speak common that she understands? Is that so hard to ask? “ Ah… ha. Right, fate.” She agrees, her agreement more uncertain than certain; she believed in fate once, but she’s not sure if she does anymore after what had happened in the Arid Mesa. She shakes it off, simply unwilling and unready to unload that baggage. “ Whatever we do, we should not hurt it; it is just a sheep— how hard can it be to get back to its pen?” She starts to walk opposite Izzy, circling the lazy creature in a wide berth. Cirrus isn’t that hard to handle, albeit her woolful is snug in his pocket dimension at the moment. The woolful looks lazily between the two trying to pin it in, ears twitching carelessly as it munches on its mouthful. Leni-Aura steps up to the crest and glances out towards the horizon line to find the silhouette of the ranch sitting just over the next peak. “There it is.” She remarks. “You need to go home.” She looks at the Woolful, who just looks back at her with a slow blink. “Home. There. Before something eats you.” She points at the homestead on the horizon, but the Woolful just looks at her with a stare as blank as a rock.
“… Can you carry it?” She asks Izzy, looking up at the tall woman after a moment of staring down the sheep.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 18, 2023 15:38:51 GMT -5
"'course, yeah! Just a Woolful, can't be that hard!" She agrees enthusiastically. From what she knew, sheep were just woefully dumb. Which was good if you needed to use your skull to bash into other creatures or fall down a hill and not die, or complete simple tasks like Find Food and Run From Predator.
She watches Leni approach the Woolful and the top of the hill, looking at it with a firm gentleness that makes Izzy believe that just commanding the creature to go home would work. But, the Woolful cannot be reasoned with. It merely looks at her, chewing its cud, entirely non-plussed.
Snickering, Izzy shakes her head. "I know I'm veritable giant, but I'm sadly not as strong as one. More brain than brawn in this noggin'." Knocking her knuckles against the side of her head for emphasis, Izzy looks to the Woolful. Alright. Time to be the best investigator Leni and Nimbus had ever seen. "I'll take a crack at it though. How hard can it be?"
"Come on now, lil friend, I--OW." Izzy hops back as the Woolful bashes its skull into her shin. Izzy looks down at the creature, indignant. "Not! Very neighbourly!" She chastises the sheep. It bleats calmly and takes another bite of grass.
Grumbling, Izzy lifts a hand to her chin in thought, glaring off to the side. Hmm. "Alright. Food motivates most animals. Mood. But what else motivates animals...." After a moment, her expression clears and she claps her hands together. "Got it!"
Then, she runs into the grass off the path, wading into the tall strands. And then vanishes from view.
For a few moments, there is quiet. Just the sigh of the wind among the grass. And then a rustling. Haggard breathing. Something in the grass is coming towards them. The Woolful lifts ts head, stopping its thoughtful chew as it begins to feel alarm, looking out to the grass. Something... terrible is coming. It can feel it in its bones.
Bursting from the cover of grass is-- Izzy. On all fours, contorted in an odd assortment and an upside down head as she chitters and gibbers, barrelling out of the grass like a crazed predator, straight for the Woolful.
The Woolful bleats in fright and leaps into the air, bounding down the path at a helter-skelter pace as it runs aimlessly. Reorienting herself, Izzy lapses into giggles, and puts her head the right way round again. "There it goes! Quick, we've gotta herd it into the fence... area thing! Whadda they call it... knick-knack-paddy-whack?" She doesn't know, but she fizes her elbow and points in the direction of the panicked woolful. "After it!"
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Mar 25, 2023 16:23:13 GMT -5
Leni-Aura shifts her paws, blinking at Izzy when she tells her that she’s more brain than brawn; the rabbitaur’s brows furrow. Her expression is subtle, yet glaringly seems to declare, ‘I do not believe a word of that’. As far as Leni-Aura is concerned, the knock against the side of her head is hollow.
Still, she watches calmly while Izzy tries to approach the Woolful— who immediately rejects the attempt to pick it up by headbutting her. “Eh…” she trails off, watching Izzy scold the sheep. “If it’s going to resist, maybe we can talk to it?” She remarks; tilting her head at the woolful. It looks at her calmly, still chewing; and as Izzy starts rambling to herself before running off, Leni-Aura just rolls her eyes.
She wonders if Cirrus could, perhaps, baa some sense into this woolful about how… her trail of thought abruptly comes to an end when Izzy bursts out of the grass. Call it prey instincts originating from her other half, or call it genuine shock; when the Woolful jumps, Leni-Aura jumps higher. (1) Nimbus squawks, shocked by the sudden change of momentum.
A sudden burst of wind explodes from the Rabbitaur’s extended arm straight towards Izzy, kicking up long blades of King’s Valley’s fauna, and ripping apart undergrowth that’s grown brittle from the sun. (2) When she lands, several yards backwards from Izzy, Leni-Aura is aiming her spear at the woman— all four legs spread in a defensive stance, eyes wide. “Sto na ‘el neb naa!? Sto kin’ za dart’a keel neb naa??”
Izzy manages to startle the woman directly back into her native language, which flows effortlessly from the rabbitaur as she stares at Izzy as though she has, in fact, grown several more heads than normal. “Faa go nan!?” She doubles takes towards the woolful, ears tilting backwards, before shooting Izzy another glance. “Dart’anan!” With that, she spins around and bolts after the woolful with absolutely no explanation of what she has said.
(1) Long Stride (2) Gust Thrust
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Mar 28, 2023 0:02:25 GMT -5
The sheer height Leni gets as she bounds into the air upon Izzy's arrival is nothing short of impressive. As is the sudden gust of wind bowling her ass over tea kettle where Izzy had finished her insane scamper out of the long grass. She lifts her face out of the dirt, spitting soil out from the corners of her mouth as she giggles maniacally, clearly still delighted with herself and a little woozy from the tumble.
She seems to have scared the dickens out of her new bestie, though. Or maybe she was concussed? The words coming out of Leni-Aura's mouth made no sense, but she had been yelled at during enough stupors, especially by her older sister, to know the general tone. Something along the lines of 'what the fuck is wrong with you, are you crazy?! You scared me half to death you stupid giant' and so on and so forth. This was further evidenced by the rabbitaur brandishing her spear at Izzy. Which, if there was any reason to get stabbed, this was as good as any.
Still, Izzy cannot seem to stop snickering. "I dunno what you just said, but HELL YEAH, lets go!" She picks herself up from the dirt and starts running after Leni-Aura and the Woolful, cackling gleefully the whole time.
Izzy, notably slower than Leni-Aura, tries to stay on the periphery, trying to flank the Woolful in order to keep them more in line with where Leni is leading them. At least, Izzy think's that's what was happening. She's not completely sure, but she had never let a little uncertainty stop her from doing things before. It would be a shame to start now.
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Apr 3, 2023 21:21:37 GMT -5
The woolful doesn’t stop running; thoroughly frightened by Izzy’s reenactment of a predatory creature Leni-Aura surely never wants to see again. With her ears laying back, the woman bounds past uprooted bushes and cracked earth; past dying blades of long grass and withering flowers.
The earth shakes have certainly left their scars…
Leni-Aura redirects her attention; she feels Nimbus rise off her shoulder, catching the wind in his wings above her. Despite her thudding heart and the chill up her spine over Izzy’s display, she’s here to at least do the start of a job. Leni-Aura spins her spear in her palm, ensuring that the blunt of the weapon faces outwards before she pushes it towards the sheep. The woolful lets out a disgruntled baa, its ears turning back as Leni-Aura uses her spear to herd the sheep towards the farmhouse on the horizon.
It turns a little too sharply and scrambles in an attempt to turn away from her— but the moment it sees Izzy also flanking it— the woolful baas out and keeps running towards the farmhouse. A small halfling startles when he sees the sight; and as the woolful zooms past him, making a clumsy leap over the broken fence to safety, his surprised brown eyes follow it. Leni-Aura slows to a stop, chest falling and rising with the exertion. “Borym?”
The halfling looks a lot like Orym; but there are some stark differences, such as the halfling’s blonde mustache in contrast to Orym’s brown. He looks back at her, a glint of delight— then surprise— in his brown eyes. “My goodness!” He exclaims; Leni-Aura does not need to turn to know who he’s looking at.
She can practically feel the earth quake beneath her very paws at her approach.
“You… must be Leni-Aura, but I do not know your friend. Thank you for bringing my Bertie back home, she’s a bit of a stubborn one….” Borym looks towards the pen, where the aforementioned Bertie has taken to the farthest side, skeptically staring at Izzy from as far as sheepishly possible. “Are you here from the flyer I put out in Thunderhoof?” He looks up at Izzy.
Leni-Aura worries for the wellbeing of his neck as he does so.
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 9, 2023 13:00:17 GMT -5
Izzy's loping speed is nowhere near the intense pace of Leni-Aura, but she manages to keep up, if only just. Her peals of bright laughter carry over the planes as they harry the poor, terrified Woolful back towards its farm, only stopping when she has to menace the sheep for starting to strafe her way. Teeth bared, flashing, looking every ounce the demon she appeared to be, the Woolful's natural aversion to being eaten (or whatever it thought Izzy intended for it).
And, success! The Woolful makes a break for the safety of the pasture beyond the fence, and Izzy slows a little to a jog, still giggling maniaclly through breathless wheezes to where Leni-Aura had approached a small halfling man. Cardio was not great for a smoker.
"What's... good,' Izzy greets, popping a salute off her temple as she tries to catch her breath. "Yep, that'ssss meee! Heard you needed a hand, so," Huff, wheeze "Me and m'bestie, Thunderbuns here, teamed up and got your wonderful woolful back to where she belongs. Ah, name's Izzy." she holds out a hand down to him to shake, grinning widely at the poor, mustachioed halflings reaction to her height. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance~."
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Post by Leni-Aura Thunderpaw on Apr 11, 2023 20:15:08 GMT -5
“I have admittedly been better,” Borym chuckles as Izzy lopes to a stop; and Leni-Aura, a natural-born runner with twice as many legs as the other woman, simply offers a slight roll of her eyes as she listens to Izzy’s huffing and puffing. There’s a moment of pause when Izzy continues talking, and Leni-Aura’s exasperation transforms into surprise, and then visible shock. Nimbus, who has reperched on he shoulder opens his jaws wide in a loud, “Hrah!” sort of sound, almost as if he’s laughing.
“What did you just—?” Leni-Aura’s hackles raise, fists clenching as she turns to look up at Izzy, but—
“Borym.” The little halfling cuts into her frustration before she can get too out of hand; he holds out one of his small hands to shake with a warm smile that melts even the rabbitaur’s icy disposition. Leni-Aura’s ears lower, a conflicted look crossing her expression, before she shoots Izzy an offended glower from over their shaking hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Miss Izzy.”
He releases her hand after a moment of shaking and looks between them; there’s something grandfatherly about the old man, Leni-Aura thinks, just as there’s always been something awfully grandfatherly about Orym. “I hope you both didn’t have any trouble on your way here; I am mighty grateful for your help.” Borym motions for them both to follow, his light weight barely making indents in the long grass of King’s Valley. He starts to circle towards the paddock that the aforementioned Bertie had been chased; Leni-Aura follows, still miffed over her new nickname.
“We make our livelihoods off of these livestock, and when the fences broke… I was awfully worried we’d never find ‘em again. Granted, I got my hands on a few of the woolful that were smart enough to stay close by… But, I’m much too old to be going too far; I can’t wrangle them as well as I used to.”
As Borym carefully steps over the broken remnants of the paddock fence. “Lot of ‘em I still haven’t found… But I’ve got the ones I herded back into their pens until I get this danged fence fixed up… Bertie, what are you doing?”
Bertie sinks behind a hay bale as if trying to hide; there’s a tiny, pitiful baa from behind it.
Borym chuckles, shaking his head. “She’s a silly one, that old girl… well…” He looks into the open side of the barn, where Leni-Aura can see a number of woolful scattered throughout, munching on hay. “Would you, uh, mind putting Bertie there in with the others? You two caught me by surprise, and I’d like to go get my tools while you two are out looking around for some of the escapees.”
Borym scratches the back of his neck. “Hate to leave them inside for so long, never does a soul well to be cooped up, y’know? They like the big sky just like the rest of us, but I very well can’t have them wandering the big expanse of King’s Valley either, now, can I? Oh, listen to me… I’ll be right back— the latch opens with just a pull up.” He smiles between them, and trots his way back towards the broken fence; Leni-Aura steps aside to let him by.
She breathes a sigh, looking up at Izzy with a frown. “Go get the sheep, I’ll get the door.”
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Post by Issala 'Izzy' Arodre on Apr 16, 2023 17:05:53 GMT -5
Izzy shakes the old man's hand as gently but firmly as she can, expression still set in a broad grin. "No trouble at all, sir, pleasure's mine." She straightens and starts to follow behind the shorter man, and tosses her grin Leni-Aura's way, accompanied by a wink. Bestie behaviour.
"Damn shame about that quake," she clicks her tongue, looking around at the broken fence. He could fix it, sure but what was the likelihood of it happening again? At least maybe this time the woolful would stick around, now that they knee potential predators abounded. Her gaze shifts left as Borym addresses Bertie, who tries to hide behind a bale of hay. Izzy snickers softly to herself. "Mischief maker, that one, huh? Don't mind at all, we got this." she nudges Leni in a comraderly way. As Borym takes off to go fix the fence, she pops Leni-Aura a salute.
"You got it, Thunderbuns, o' bestie of mine," Izzy replies cheerfully, before going to do just that. The fellblood gleefully takes to the task of stalking Bertie the Woolful, prowling around her in a wide circle to start herding her toward the doors Leni-Aura waited at. She creeps forward, menacingly, and Bertie bleats at her in warning-- a bleat that turns into a rapid scampering as Izzy suddenly lunges forward, cackling wildly as Bertie launches herself towards Leni-Aura and relative safety.
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