Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
Sweets' ears flicker back and forth as she considers. Clever creature though she might be, peppermint bark is certainly her downfall, and whatever her thoughts about Isla's metallic-smelling fingers is secondary to being bribed. Taking the offering quite politely, it's with a swish of her tail and a long snort that she communicates to the rest of the herd that things are fine. This is of course when some of the youngsters push forward, keen on being bribed as well.
Grumbling almost the way a father might, Morgen rolls his eyes slightly and takes a step back away from her, moving toward his stew while Isla is casually mobbed by the rest of the herd. 'Y'sure I can't get you anythin' ?' He calls as he raises the lid with a gloved hand and gives the mixture a sniff.
"Dependin' on how far you're plannin' on goin', I have some preserves you can take, or water if nothin' else." To say Isla was travelling light was an understatement.
Grumbling almost the way a father might, Morgen rolls his eyes slightly and takes a step back away from her, moving toward his stew while Isla is casually mobbed by the rest of the herd. 'Y'sure I can't get you anythin' ?' He calls as he raises the lid with a gloved hand and gives the mixture a sniff.
"Dependin' on how far you're plannin' on goin', I have some preserves you can take, or water if nothin' else." To say Isla was travelling light was an understatement.
