[ *breaks the laws of physics with permission and has them notice* ]
And so it was that when Long Night had barely begun—Rory silently pacing around what open spaces there were in his cottage, worried sick about his fox friend—the sound of splintering wood filtered through the otherwise silent darkness. It was accompanied by laughter, a sound that brought Rory's pacing to a halt, and had the dogs keening as they lay watching him.
He froze. The laughter sent a cold shiver running through his body, but the sound of splintering wood was way, way worse.
He looked atAmalia.
"The perch," he whispered, and the fox he thought. He didn't know whose idea it was, if either of them spoke or they simply moved as one towards the locked door.
Out the door
Into the dark
Pitch black aside from the Luxere, no stars, no moon, just blackness forcing its way down his throat
Rory had never before been outside during the Long Night, but there he was with Amalia, jogging on light feet across to the barn. He lifted the well-oiled crossbar, opened the well-oiled double doors and let both himself and Amalia inside. "Take Talys," he whispered to her, feeling around for their halters, handing one to the girl before taking the other and going to find Esaia, the gray pony. He quickly slid it on her, tying the lead rope to form crude reins, and led the procession out the main doors again,Jigano too.
He gave Amalia a boost onto Talys before swinging up on Esaia, trusting the fox to either run along with them or jump onto one of the ponies. Then they were off, the smooth, silent gait of the ponies disturbing the snow; Esaia in the lead, Talys pressed close behind. They were wary, a little skittish, but Rory kept the gray from spooking and Talys, well, Talys rarely spooked anyway, but she was on high alert.
And that was how they filtered in to where the perch had been erected.
And so it was that when Long Night had barely begun—Rory silently pacing around what open spaces there were in his cottage, worried sick about his fox friend—the sound of splintering wood filtered through the otherwise silent darkness. It was accompanied by laughter, a sound that brought Rory's pacing to a halt, and had the dogs keening as they lay watching him.
He froze. The laughter sent a cold shiver running through his body, but the sound of splintering wood was way, way worse.
He looked at
"The perch," he whispered, and the fox he thought. He didn't know whose idea it was, if either of them spoke or they simply moved as one towards the locked door.
Out the door
Into the dark
Pitch black aside from the Luxere, no stars, no moon, just blackness forcing its way down his throat
Rory had never before been outside during the Long Night, but there he was with Amalia, jogging on light feet across to the barn. He lifted the well-oiled crossbar, opened the well-oiled double doors and let both himself and Amalia inside. "Take Talys," he whispered to her, feeling around for their halters, handing one to the girl before taking the other and going to find Esaia, the gray pony. He quickly slid it on her, tying the lead rope to form crude reins, and led the procession out the main doors again,
He gave Amalia a boost onto Talys before swinging up on Esaia, trusting the fox to either run along with them or jump onto one of the ponies. Then they were off, the smooth, silent gait of the ponies disturbing the snow; Esaia in the lead, Talys pressed close behind. They were wary, a little skittish, but Rory kept the gray from spooking and Talys, well, Talys rarely spooked anyway, but she was on high alert.
And that was how they filtered in to where the perch had been erected.
