Ravenna
"What am I going to do with you?"
Staring crestfallen at the ram, Ravenna was torn between laughter and tears. Her own face reflected back in his purplish brown eyes, and like an echo of her emotions something plaintive and vaguely sheepish resounded in her mind.
There wasn't much choice, of course. He was in an appalling condition, skinny and dirty with a nasty cut near one eye that oozed pus and smelled terrible. The merchant that sold him claimed he'd been like that ever since a trapper sold him off before Deepfrost, but who knew what the truth really was? Venna just knew she couldn't leave the poor bugger, and she'd bought him off the trader for dirt cheap... But now she had some fast thinking to do.
What did sheep eat? Would an alpina eat the same things? How was she to house him, and how did you clean an animal with a coat like that - like a fluffy white cloud, only splashed with mud and matted into plates of armor at the bum.
Hunching down at the far end of the marketplace with the rope tied to his neck in one hand and the other slowly stroking his nose while he bleated bloody murder, the girl looked around for a sign of what to do next. Food... It had to be food, right? And an animal mender. She'd need to buy lumber for a shed, too, but that was low on her list of priorities.
And she still needed to write a bloody poem for the voice in her head. That Vox fellow. Looked like that was going to wait for a while longer.
Staring crestfallen at the ram, Ravenna was torn between laughter and tears. Her own face reflected back in his purplish brown eyes, and like an echo of her emotions something plaintive and vaguely sheepish resounded in her mind.
There wasn't much choice, of course. He was in an appalling condition, skinny and dirty with a nasty cut near one eye that oozed pus and smelled terrible. The merchant that sold him claimed he'd been like that ever since a trapper sold him off before Deepfrost, but who knew what the truth really was? Venna just knew she couldn't leave the poor bugger, and she'd bought him off the trader for dirt cheap... But now she had some fast thinking to do.
What did sheep eat? Would an alpina eat the same things? How was she to house him, and how did you clean an animal with a coat like that - like a fluffy white cloud, only splashed with mud and matted into plates of armor at the bum.
Hunching down at the far end of the marketplace with the rope tied to his neck in one hand and the other slowly stroking his nose while he bleated bloody murder, the girl looked around for a sign of what to do next. Food... It had to be food, right? And an animal mender. She'd need to buy lumber for a shed, too, but that was low on her list of priorities.
And she still needed to write a bloody poem for the voice in her head. That Vox fellow. Looked like that was going to wait for a while longer.
Don't talk like you know me
when I don't even know myself
when I don't even know myself
Code by Skylark
