09-07-2021, 03:04 PM
Milk! That was it. Laurelin nods sadly with her agreement of his assessment. Yes, he was very smart for thinking of that, yes, it was a tragedy that neither of them would be able to help. Maybe now they could go off and talk of more pleasant things - like how very pretty the pair of them were.
But just as he’s about to present this brilliant idea, Galadriel has one of her own. Way in the opposite direction of where his own mind had been wandering. “What?” He asks, stupidly, and a second later the words settle in properly. The adoption den. Where foals who didn’t have as great of a mom as he did went to go wait to be picked up by strangers
“Ummm….” He continues, very eloquently, and finally relents. This was not better than what he had intended to do today if he had not found company - nap, maybe look at his own reflection - but he doesn’t have a good enough excuse to not help. So with a snort, Laurelin nods and moves - angling himself so that it will be easy (theoretically, he’s given no real thought about the logistics) for Galadriel to put the little beasts onto his back.
“Oh alright. But they better not scratch me up. And I don't see how you're gonna make me look like a fox.” Except as soon as those words are out he flashes her a devilish grin and his mood brightens. "Well, not the type of fox we need, anyway."
But just as he’s about to present this brilliant idea, Galadriel has one of her own. Way in the opposite direction of where his own mind had been wandering. “What?” He asks, stupidly, and a second later the words settle in properly. The adoption den. Where foals who didn’t have as great of a mom as he did went to go wait to be picked up by strangers
“Ummm….” He continues, very eloquently, and finally relents. This was not better than what he had intended to do today if he had not found company - nap, maybe look at his own reflection - but he doesn’t have a good enough excuse to not help. So with a snort, Laurelin nods and moves - angling himself so that it will be easy (theoretically, he’s given no real thought about the logistics) for Galadriel to put the little beasts onto his back.
“Oh alright. But they better not scratch me up. And I don't see how you're gonna make me look like a fox.” Except as soon as those words are out he flashes her a devilish grin and his mood brightens. "Well, not the type of fox we need, anyway."
LAURELIN
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