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warden robyn cousland ([personal profile] heroica) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-12-07 03:29 pm

( 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. ]
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[personal profile] shivving 2018-02-05 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods. It makes sense - he has no doubt it's why Evelyn spends so much time in the library, why Sam runs the bar. Having a set schedule, something to do, can go a long way towards fighting off not just cabin fever, but - he's willing to bet - even more serious existential crises.

What do you do with your life, in a mansion where everything is provided to you, and every problem you might have worried about in your own world is just...gone?

He raises an eyebrow as he leads his horse out of the stable. ]


Your own country's pretty different, huh?

What'd you say? Ferelden?

[ It's not familiar. ]
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[personal profile] shivving 2018-02-19 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Uh...guess mine'd be..."post-apocalyptic nightmare."

[ Not that that'll mean much to her, he imagines. ]

Boston. America, 2033.
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[personal profile] shivving 2018-02-22 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Th' year, yeah.

[ He smiles at her apologetically. ]

Guess it don't mean much, without context.