Lies Spread Quickly RP

[QuackSpeak]

"Nope," he replied. He raised an eyebrow at the question, weighing if he should risk asking one of his own, but let it linger. "Don't need no dogs harassing th' livestock."
They turned up a narrow but well worn path cut through the forest. The sweet breeze played with the trees, causing the light to dance across the forest floor. He sniffed the air, breathing deeply, sighing. It always felt better out of that congested, overly smelly place.

Tess shrugged at the answer to her question, and dropped her gaze. He was lying. Right? It was possible that he ran into some dogs that he didn't own, but the smell was so strong...
Tess shook her head, clearing away her thoughts. She didn't need to know about this man's relationship with dogs, of all things; she only needed to know that she was staying at his place for a day and a meal, then leaving.

 

[Bantambird]

​Tess shrugged at the answer to her question, and dropped her gaze. He was lying. Right? It was possible that he ran into some dogs that he didn't own, but the smell was so strong...
Tess shook her head, clearing away her thoughts. She didn't need to know about this man's relationship with dogs, ​of all things; she only needed to know that she was staying at his place for a day and a meal, then leaving.

Once they crested a ridge, they decended into an open valley, to a hidden meadow carved out of the forest, like an island amid a sea of trees. A thin stream of smoke curled from the rough stone chimney, and the mule perked up as he caught sight if the barn. The cows both bawled to be milked when he got close enough for them to hear his approach.

 

[QuackSpeak]

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I have to go

 

[QuackSpeak]

Once they crested a ridge, they decended into an open valley, to a hidden meadow carved out of the forest, like an island amid a sea of trees. A thin stream of smoke curled from the rough stone chimney, and the mule perked up as he caught sight if the barn. The cows both bawled to be milked when he got close enough for them to hear his approach.

Tess wanted to Change. The fresh air, the scenery, the room to run - they all beckoned to her. She wanted to shift into a wolf and run, run for as long and fast as she could. But she didn't.
She turned to the man. "You own this?" she asked incredulously.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Autumn barked at Ignacio again, enjoying the way it brought a smile to his features. And anyhow, he would have to carry the guitar.

Ignacio laughed, then reached in, grabbed for something. He grabbed around for a guitar, until he at last he reached it. He carefully pulled it out, then held it carefully before the majestic wolf.

 

[QuackSpeak]

Ignacio laughed, then reached in, grabbed for something. He grabbed around for a guitar, until he at last he reached it. He carefully pulled it out, then held it carefully before the majestic wolf.

Autumn barked at it, pushing her nose through the strings and at the wood, making sure it was okay. She really needed to buy a case for it, so it would be protected and easier to carry, but for now, this was fine.
She whined at Ignacio, and led the way back to his hut.

 

[Bantambird]

Tess wanted to Change. The fresh air, the scenery, the room to run - they all beckoned to her. She wanted to shift into a wolf and run, run for as long and fast as she could. But she didn't.
She turned to the man. "You own​ this?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep, I take care of this spot of land, and it takes care of me," he stated. All the buildings were rough, thick, hand hewn log structures, there was a cabin as the main house, the milking shed attached to the low roofed little cow barn, the hay barn with the tall loft for the hay and the Boss's stall and tack area and a small corral for the mule to loaf when off duty. A chicken coop leaned against the barn on the southern side, the ramp down allowing chickens to spill around the yard. The last little building was for processing meat and skins, he kept stretcher racks in there and all his tanning supplies for furs. The cellar was nothing more than a hole in a hilly part against the upward curve of the valley. A hole with a door.
He unloaded the mule, carefully setting down supplies, then unsaddled him, brushed him out and blanketed him, and gave him a bit of grain and a fork of hay. He handed a sack to the girl to take into the house with him.

 

[QuackSpeak]

"Yep, I take care of this spot of land, and it takes care of me," he stated. All the buildings were rough, thick, hand hewn log structures, there was a cabin as the main house, the milking shed attached to the low roofed little cow barn, the hay barn with the tall loft for the hay and the Boss's stall and tack area and a small corral for the mule to loaf when off duty. A chicken coop leaned against the barn on the southern side, the ramp down allowing chickens to spill around the yard. The last little building was for processing meat and skins, he kept stretcher racks in there and all his tanning supplies for furs. The cellar was nothing more than a hole in a hilly part against the upward curve of the valley. A hole with a door.
He unloaded the mule, carefully setting down supplies, then unsaddled him, brushed him out and blanketed him, and gave him a bit of grain and a fork of hay. He handed a sack to the girl to take into the house with him.

Tess took Greymane's sack and her own duffel, and stepped carefully into the house. She didn't want to break anything, or even touch anything. She couldn't pay for anything she ruined, and, for some reason, she couldn't bear it if this tough old man thought less of her.

 

[Bantambird]

​Tess took Greymane's sack and her own duffel, and stepped carefully into the house. She didn't want to break anything, or even touch anything. She couldn't pay for anything she ruined, and, for some reason, she couldn't bear it if this tough old man thought less of her.

Greymane nodded to the girl as they entered. He motioned to a ladder and a low loft built above his own sleeping quarters. There was a long unused sleeping area up there, with two thick woolen mattresses topped with well loved featherbed in need of a good airing. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, and one bed had a small applehead doll made with scraps of floursack and corn husks. There was one small window with the curtain drawn. There was a little bedside table between the beds under the window, with a lamp a quarter full of oil sitting on it. There was one well worn book of bedtime stories, yellowed with age, sitting near the lamp. Greymane turned to sort and get things put away for a few minutes, then stated, " I'm gonna go an milk the cows, they get mighty fussy if'n I don't get to them on time. I'll be making dinner right afterwards. Go on up an make yerself at home, an I'll be back in a half hour."

 

[QuackSpeak]

Greymane nodded to the girl as they entered. He motioned to a ladder and a low loft built above his own sleeping quarters. There was a long unused sleeping area up there, with two thick woolen mattresses topped with well loved featherbed in need of a good airing. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, and one bed had a small applehead doll made with scraps of floursack and corn husks. There was one small window with the curtain drawn. There was a little bedside table between the beds under the window, with a lamp a quarter full of oil sitting on it. There was one well worn book of bedtime stories, yellowed with age, sitting near the lamp. Greymane turned to sort and get things put away for a few minutes, then stated, " I'm gonna go an milk the cows, they get mighty fussy if'n I don't get to them on time. I'll be making dinner right afterwards. Go on up an make yerself at home, an I'll be back in a half hour."

Tess climbed the ladder as if in a dream, barely remembering to thank Greymane. She bit her lip, surveying her seemingly vast surroundings. She decided to set her duffel on the bed, and sat next to it, hands in her lap. What should she do? She didn't want to unpack, as she was only staying the night.