There's an art to life's distraction, to somehow escape the burning wait, the art of scraping through
After a whole lot of digging in the wrong places, finally they unearth the glowing rack the General is looking for. Hester might not be able to smile on this form, but the feeling shines through in the bond, the girl happy that his hadn’t all just been a big waste of time. Little hoofs stamp a victory pattern in the snow, Hester nearly sinking to knobbly knees in her moment of victory.
I’m glad I could help! She bleats warmly, little hooves following along after the great paws. Confident as she is in these mountains, it’s always nice to have a companion, and there’s no harm in being home for Longnight. Besides, she doesn’t think Deimos will mind the company, so long as she’s quiet and out of the way, things she’s very good at being when she needs to.
Done
I’m glad I could help! She bleats warmly, little hooves following along after the great paws. Confident as she is in these mountains, it’s always nice to have a companion, and there’s no harm in being home for Longnight. Besides, she doesn’t think Deimos will mind the company, so long as she’s quiet and out of the way, things she’s very good at being when she needs to.
Done
Hester
