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[poins]

It is a magic day, in troth, that changed the bar this much
And offers change to any that may enter;
So does Ned Poins.

                                     He will now choose a shape
From those that are on offer, and quite soon,
There is a great and rangy golden hound
Sprawled out upon a couch near to the furnace,
Taking up all the place, and fast asleep.

Trouble at thine own danger!

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[herr_bookman]

If he takes off, she'll follow. If he stays, she stays.

In the meantime, he's hilarious to watch, so she's fairly content to watch him bound around.

[poins]

The dog is sniffing around among the herbs, then he bounds back to her, expectant.

[herr_bookman]

And she'll meet his expectations, following him at an easy clip. "Lead the way."

[poins]

The hound touches his nose towards the ball still in her hand.

[herr_bookman]

"Oh!" she says, and tosses it underhand, as gently as she can.

Turns out it's just a regular ball, but it still sails across the land for him to fetch.

To think that someone would want to be a dog... to play with a ball.

[poins]

He is a hound with all his heart, now that he is one!

He races after the ball far as it flies, tireless and swift, and full of joyful movement.

[herr_bookman]

Grinning, Autor shields her eyes and tracks the dog's movement. She leans on a nearby tree and adjusts her glasses. "Who are you?" she calls out, laughing. "I have to know, now."

[poins]

He brings the ball back, wagging his long tail, and his whole bottom.

[herr_bookman]

Autor snickers and tosses the ball again, and again if he wants. It's a good way to spend an afternoon, though she's still curious as to her companion's identity.

"Are you thirsty?" she asks, winded after a bit. That elbow brace is really beginning to chafe.

[poins]

The hound's tongue, lolling out, will tell its part; the great beast nods, ears flapping.

[herr_bookman]

"Give me a moment," she says, and darts back inside, only to return with water in a bowl. "This is probably embarrassing"--no, it most certainly is, at least for her--"but I don't think you should have much more than water in this form? And, um, I don't think your tongue will work well with a straw."

[poins]

The hound drinks thirstily, not wishing now for ale, or ought much of that nature.

[herr_bookman]

Autor crouches down, mindful of her skirt. "You make a wonderful dog," she says, smiling softly. "But I do wish I knew who you were. Perhaps we'll meet again later and not even know it."


[OOC: Fade for the other thread? I'm good either way, but thank you for this one, too! :)]

[poins]

The hound will wag his tail, and slurp his water.-


[[OOC: Fade is good! Thanks -- that was fun!]]