a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
In some part, the gourds did a lot of the work for them. Several groups spotted the little cretins barreling their way (or the cat…or the fyrhund) and zigzagged out of the path with expressions of glee, trepidation, or mild screaming. Lena gave an inward grimace, knowing she’d have to deal with some of the fallout later, but where no one was getting maimed, mauled, or harmed, she figured it would come with some educational value, like leaving wild animals alone.
The rest of the myriad and ragtag pumpkins shuffled, grumbled, and growled their way out, treading and tracing further into the midst of Stormbreak – hopefully into gardens or the Grotto, rather than the whole of the Plaza. Figuring that might be a future endeavor for fellow Dragoons, Lena shook her head and shifted back, hands on her hips as she watched the last one saunter out of sight.
Turning her attention back to Astaroth, she had to laugh. “Thank you. I’m sorry they’re so ridiculous.”
The rest of the myriad and ragtag pumpkins shuffled, grumbled, and growled their way out, treading and tracing further into the midst of Stormbreak – hopefully into gardens or the Grotto, rather than the whole of the Plaza. Figuring that might be a future endeavor for fellow Dragoons, Lena shook her head and shifted back, hands on her hips as she watched the last one saunter out of sight.
Turning her attention back to Astaroth, she had to laugh. “Thank you. I’m sorry they’re so ridiculous.”
Lena
