Multi-pup, outside

[galen_erso]

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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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric spots Hannibal and comes running over. "Hannibal." He waits till Hannibal's hands are free to hug him. Tightly.

[cook_the_rude]

"Sinric!" Hannibal says, lifting him up. "What made you so happy?"

[thewidewideworld]

"You." He kisses Hannibal deeply, glad to be held. "You make me so happy. Your kindness."

[cook_the_rude]

"My what?" Hannibal says, confusion in his eyes.

[holdingacat]

Cecil, being a good former scout, knows he's not quite up to out-running Station Management just yet. So, he's taking a leisurely stroll around the grounds. He's still entirely baffled by how there is green... everywhere. It all seems highly improbable, yet... here we are.

[witchfinder_general]

And there is this man in a black shirt, near the church in the woods, carrying a basket of paper.

[holdingacat]

Now, if this had been at home, it might be better to look away from someone transporting so much paper openly - why so much paper, unless it is to use it in conjunction with banned writing implements? But it seems writing implements aren't banned here (so odd), and this fellow isn't a Librarian fetching back un-returned books to the library, so Cecil feels a bit more confident.

"Hello, lovely morning!" He calls, in a friendly sort of way.

[witchfinder_general]

"So it is," the man in black agrees. "Good morning to you, too. I haven't seen you before."

He looks at Cecil with friendly if sharp eyes.

[herr_bookman]

Autor is out and about, having gone on an early morning run which turned into a morning run. His black tank top is soaked in sweat, so Dr. Lecter can probably smell him coming from miles away. The boy meanders over, but stops when he realizes who he's looking at. Then he furrows his brow and continues walking towards him.

"Dr. Lecter. What are you doing?" Autor says, peering into the pit with thinly-disguised contempt.

[cook_the_rude]

"It's called barbecue," Dr. Lecter says, turning around. "Hello, Autor!"

[herr_bookman]

"Oh. I know what barbeque is," Autor says, his accent thicker on the unfamiliar word. He's curious to ask what meat Dr. Lecter will be cooking--but but not that curious. "Isn't cooking on a rock unsanitary?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course not," Hannibal says. "People survived that way for hundreds of thousands of years."

[iprotectyou]

Baze is also out and about, and also covered in sweat, this time from a staff practice. He whistles cheerfully as he strolls across the grounds, content to wander and soak in the warmth of the sun and the scents of happily growing things. Hearing the bleating of the goats, he detours towards them, and, when he arrives--exactly when he means to--he peers at the creatures in fascination.

"What sorts of animals are those?" Baze asks Ragnar, brightening with a smile.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"They're goats," Ragnar answers, looking up. "They belong to my daughter Gyda."

[iprotectyou]

"Goats. They're adorable. Can I pet them?" Baze says, holding out a tentative hand.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Of course," Ragnar says, "but don't let them eat your sleeves."

He holds out the small one he'd been cuddling, as if offering it to Baze.

[scildmaeg]

Eowyn has been in the stables (which she was delighted to finally find), and she is currently enjoying the warmth and sunshine as it's still late winter in Rohan, wandering and gathering wildflowers, something she has not done since she was a girl.

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.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Hello," Ragnar says, smiling at her. "Careful with those flowers, or the goats will just eat them."

[scildmaeg]

"As I cannot take them home with me, I can think of few better uses for them," she says. "Unless you would like them for your lady?"

new gyda account!

[gentle_shieldmaiden]

For all she told her father she'd wait in milliways, she still had a life back home. School was nearly over and they were in the process of getting ready to go to New York-there was also one more game before the summer.

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.

Re: new gyda account!

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Fell to your own trick, did you?" Ragnar says, turning around to grin at her widely and totally not pick her up out of the mud.

Re: new gyda account!

[gentle_shieldmaiden]

She manages to fight of the goats, giving herself some distance by grabbing onto the fence. "The goats gave me away."

She jumped up to sit on the fence, brushing off her clothes. "What's happening back home? Is it close to the summer raids?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Somewhere beyond the thick tangle of rambler roses overcresting the top of the garden fence, there is a young voice telling a story. The story tells of a dragon, a wily, fierce, black dragon, who was tricked by a clever blacksmith and chained up tight, prevented from feasting on the village. The blacksmith tricked the captive dragon into thinking pretending to be tame would save it from being eaten by a passing giant who preferred to eat wild dragons, so it would do as it's told. It was set to keep the blacksmith's baby from crying by making that funny purry sound it can make when not roaring or snapping its teeth, and when it was good, it was given milk and bread.

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.

[ostro_goth]

It means we're all really dragons inside, Count says to Yrael, hopping up onto the next fencepost.

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.

[mogget_cat]

It is a reminder of something lost, Yrael replies, or of something that may have never been, in the first place.

(Ooc: Boarding plane. Turning off phone. <3333)