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entrancelogs2017-12-07 03:29 pm
heroica) wrote in entrancelogs2017-12-07 03:29 pm
Entry tags:
( closed ) bright silver were his helm and chain
Who: Robyn Cousland and Joel Miller
Where: The stables
When: December 7th
Rating: PG
Summary: Two strangers, two horses, and one dog.
The Story: [ The Warden is dressed for the season when she exits the mansion, Oren trotting along at her side, large paws leaving telltale dents in the snow. She draws her cloak around herself, smiling briefly into the bright air, before moving along to her destination.
It's a beautiful day, albeit a chilly one. ]
Oh - [ She starts, but it's too late: the dog has wrestled a branch from a nearby shrub, sending snow fluttering over his body. Undeterred, he drags the branch along as they walk, head cocked sideways to accommodate it. Begrudgingly, she laughs, breath visible. ]
You beast. [ Robyn coos, forever a dog mom. Oren doesn't bark, as his mouth is occupied, but he does draw closer as if showing off his treasure. She waves him away, after which he happily wanders off again, the branch drawing a deep line in the snow behind him.
As she approaches the stables, she hopes that her usual horse of choice hasn't been taken out for the day, though it's debatable how many others might be driven out by cabin fever and into the cold. ]
Where: The stables
When: December 7th
Rating: PG
Summary: Two strangers, two horses, and one dog.
The Story: [ The Warden is dressed for the season when she exits the mansion, Oren trotting along at her side, large paws leaving telltale dents in the snow. She draws her cloak around herself, smiling briefly into the bright air, before moving along to her destination.
It's a beautiful day, albeit a chilly one. ]
Oh - [ She starts, but it's too late: the dog has wrestled a branch from a nearby shrub, sending snow fluttering over his body. Undeterred, he drags the branch along as they walk, head cocked sideways to accommodate it. Begrudgingly, she laughs, breath visible. ]
You beast. [ Robyn coos, forever a dog mom. Oren doesn't bark, as his mouth is occupied, but he does draw closer as if showing off his treasure. She waves him away, after which he happily wanders off again, the branch drawing a deep line in the snow behind him.
As she approaches the stables, she hopes that her usual horse of choice hasn't been taken out for the day, though it's debatable how many others might be driven out by cabin fever and into the cold. ]