Galen Erso (
galen_erso) wrote in
milliways_bar2018-08-15 12:57 pm
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Multi-pup, outside
This morning, several people are going about their business outside the bar, among them:
- Teja, who is sharpening a sword in front of the forge,
- Father Harman, who is carrying a basket of papers to the church,
- Hannibal Lecter, who is preparing a barbecue pit,
- Galen Erso, who is tinkering with some pipes in Bodhi's herb garden,
- Ragnar Lothbrok, who is feeding the goats.

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"Hello, lovely morning!" He calls, in a friendly sort of way.
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He looks at Cecil with friendly if sharp eyes.
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"Dr. Lecter. What are you doing?" Autor says, peering into the pit with thinly-disguised contempt.
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"What sorts of animals are those?" Baze asks Ragnar, brightening with a smile.
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He holds out the small one he'd been cuddling, as if offering it to Baze.
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As such, when she comes across Ragnar and his goats, she has an armful of poppies, bluebells, and wild thyme. Her cheeks are flushed, and she's smiling as she approaches. "Well met," she says with a nod.
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new gyda account!
That didn't stop her completely. She still went to check on the goats, and was only mildly surprised when she saw her father there. Sore as she was about not seeing Athelstan, she was more pleased to see some family around.
That didn't stop her from trying to sneak behind him, holding a bucket of goat feed, in the process of throwing it at him. Before she could, some of the goats saw her first, and before she could throw it at them, Gyda shouted in surprise as she quickly found herself over run by several adult and baby goats.
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She jumped up to sit on the fence, brushing off her clothes. "What's happening back home? Is it close to the summer raids?"
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Young Rae tells the story as she trims the prolific oregano, placing the cut springs into a basket while various bar cats chase crickets and butteflies among the herbs. As the story goes, over time in captivity, the dragon gets smaller and smaller, roaring less and purring more, and its hard scales eventually fall off one by one to reveal the soft fur beneath. Soon the dragon is no longer a dragon, but a soft, quiet, soot-black cat, with no signs of ever having been anything else.
One of the cats, the all-white one, is sitting on a far fencepost and swishing its tail in distaste at the story. Young Rae doesn't mind - not every story is to everyone's tastes.
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Having grown up and spent his life in Milliways, he understands Human just fine when he chooses to.
What's more, it means they know it.
Respect is important.
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(Ooc: Boarding plane. Turning off phone. <3333)
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