🧙 WHO: Lorenz & mostly fellow Deer ⚔️️ WHAT: A little questing, a little floating 🕒 WHEN: September 🗺️ WHERE: places he probably shouldn't be ⚠️ WARNINGS: this dramatic fool. Some internalized homophobia in the Claude thread most likely.
[He smiles, watching Marianne make her way over to the sheep, reaching over to scritch Dorte's nose while she speaks with them. Darby is busy drinking and flicking her tail in annoyance at his silly little fawn. Everyone else seems to have these sweet, knowledgeable, helpful familiars and then here he is babysitting most of the time.
He's so caught off guard by the sudden spurt of flame that he yelps, hurrying over to where she's knelt to put his hands on her shoulders.]
[Luckily, the flames were far enough removed from her that she managed to avoid being singed. With a sigh, she brings herself to her feet.]
They scared each other before I could even speak to them. The rumors of how easily frightened these sheep are were not exaggerated. It might be best for us to leave them be for awhile and allow them to get used to our presence.
Perhaps we can even tempt them with a bit of our lunch to keep them calm long enough for you to speak to them as well?
[He's quick to help her up once he is certain she is unharmed, taking her arm and leading her back over to their picnic spot. Almost immediately huffing in annoyance when he realizes a certain naughty young fawn is snuffling the basket-]
Must you?! Go on, Reve! You don't even need real food!
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He's so caught off guard by the sudden spurt of flame that he yelps, hurrying over to where she's knelt to put his hands on her shoulders.]
Marianne! Are- Are you alright?
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[Luckily, the flames were far enough removed from her that she managed to avoid being singed. With a sigh, she brings herself to her feet.]
They scared each other before I could even speak to them. The rumors of how easily frightened these sheep are were not exaggerated. It might be best for us to leave them be for awhile and allow them to get used to our presence.
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[He's quick to help her up once he is certain she is unharmed, taking her arm and leading her back over to their picnic spot. Almost immediately huffing in annoyance when he realizes a certain naughty young fawn is snuffling the basket-]
Must you?! Go on, Reve! You don't even need real food!