You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
The hill that had arisen out of magic was something the small town was much abuzz about – even the ningo farmer could not miss it as he made his deliveries around the town on the wintry day.
Procuring a sleigh had been something the ningo farmer had done early in the business, shortly after his moose shift had emerged, all horns and muscle and hair. It had enabled him to make his daily deliveries in a single round, no need to return to the storage to gather more stock – he was simply able to load up the sleigh of a morning, step into the harness and shift.
Which is what he had done today, and as he completed his rounds, he returned to his home to collect perhaps his most treasured ‘cargo’. When out the front, he halted his contraption, and pawed at the snow, before bowing his great countenance and bellowing a deep and rumbling summons for his beloved Kiada. And when she came, he let another bellow of greeting dance in the mists before his nose, admiring her beauty, her strength and that bewitching smile as he always would.
When she was aboard, he would recommence pulling the sleigh, through the crowd (potentially accidentally nudging bystanders or those who did not move out of the way with enough speed and agility). When Deimos was in view, he sent a pulse across the attuned bond to the temporary warden, a simple note of deep contentment mingled with amusement at the festivities taking place.
‘I come bearing a gift,’ he joked through the bond, halting his motion, and promptly shifting back to his mostly-human form (moose fur was excellent against the cold). Then, with a smirk, he happily extended a hand to his beloved, to ensure she safely dismounted from the sleigh. “They’d call this toboganning back in Australia,” he mentioned idly, as he looked over the activity with much excitement, a curious glance thrown to Kia, a silent challenge issued.
Procuring a sleigh had been something the ningo farmer had done early in the business, shortly after his moose shift had emerged, all horns and muscle and hair. It had enabled him to make his daily deliveries in a single round, no need to return to the storage to gather more stock – he was simply able to load up the sleigh of a morning, step into the harness and shift.
Which is what he had done today, and as he completed his rounds, he returned to his home to collect perhaps his most treasured ‘cargo’. When out the front, he halted his contraption, and pawed at the snow, before bowing his great countenance and bellowing a deep and rumbling summons for his beloved Kiada. And when she came, he let another bellow of greeting dance in the mists before his nose, admiring her beauty, her strength and that bewitching smile as he always would.
When she was aboard, he would recommence pulling the sleigh, through the crowd (potentially accidentally nudging bystanders or those who did not move out of the way with enough speed and agility). When Deimos was in view, he sent a pulse across the attuned bond to the temporary warden, a simple note of deep contentment mingled with amusement at the festivities taking place.
‘I come bearing a gift,’ he joked through the bond, halting his motion, and promptly shifting back to his mostly-human form (moose fur was excellent against the cold). Then, with a smirk, he happily extended a hand to his beloved, to ensure she safely dismounted from the sleigh. “They’d call this toboganning back in Australia,” he mentioned idly, as he looked over the activity with much excitement, a curious glance thrown to Kia, a silent challenge issued.
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime
CHULANE
