You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
"You're new here, aren't you?" It isn't even the question about the sheep that tips Hester off, but rather the willingness to spend a moment helping. The people of Halo are many things, but readily helpful is not necessarily one of them. Still, the realisation doesn't change the look on Hester's face, if anything it grows brighter, eager to share her world with someone new.
"Most people don't. They're too much of a hassle, generally. Hard to get feed for them, hard to keep them from freezing, or being picked off through Deepfrost." The grin on her face quirked, grew wide like she was about to the the woman in on a grand secret. "There's a trick to it though."
And with that, her form shifted, shrinking to that of a black faced, freshly sheared sheep. It was a fun trick for a moment, but Hester wasn't willing to risk frostbite past that, and shifted back quickly, reaching out to accept the bits of wool that had escaped.
"Everywheres too far in the cold, isn't it? S'why I only wanted to make one trip." Hester jokes, spurred on by the kindness, by the almost grin that twitched over the woman's face. "I'm just going to the end of the street though." A hand rises to point at a large house, a healthy coil of smoke rising from the chimney's. And with the destination pointed out, Hester hefted the bag up again, glad for the woman's help.
"Most people don't. They're too much of a hassle, generally. Hard to get feed for them, hard to keep them from freezing, or being picked off through Deepfrost." The grin on her face quirked, grew wide like she was about to the the woman in on a grand secret. "There's a trick to it though."
And with that, her form shifted, shrinking to that of a black faced, freshly sheared sheep. It was a fun trick for a moment, but Hester wasn't willing to risk frostbite past that, and shifted back quickly, reaching out to accept the bits of wool that had escaped.
"Everywheres too far in the cold, isn't it? S'why I only wanted to make one trip." Hester jokes, spurred on by the kindness, by the almost grin that twitched over the woman's face. "I'm just going to the end of the street though." A hand rises to point at a large house, a healthy coil of smoke rising from the chimney's. And with the destination pointed out, Hester hefted the bag up again, glad for the woman's help.
Hester
