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02-13-2016, 05:47 PM
The snow is still a freezing, impeding, sloppy mess that sticks in the cup of hooves and sits quietly smothering everything inside the bowl of the Basin, but now that it’s done raining from the sky like an endless bombardment of misery it’s not quite so traumatizing to the crotchety old stallion. He fumbles along dirty, winding tracks of travel stamped down by familiar hooves, taking small comfort in the visual cues of smaller, more manageable segments of white rather than a broad, sprawling blanket of it. Thin streaks of sunlight trickle through the clouds above to heat the top layer of ice by a few degrees and fuse it to a smooth crust that crackles underfoot.
He huffs in irritation. Some of the paths simply end without a destination, as if the ones who made them suddenly decided to turn around. He shakes the copper curtain of his beard, trying to decide whether forging his own way or searching out another path would be less infuriating, when a hollow tinkling of sound tips his head to one side.
A bounding bundle of blue takes up most of his attention – the healer Tiamat. She’s been all smiles and uncontrolled excitement the last two times he’s noticed her wandering about, so it’s no surprise to see her frolicking in a similar manner now. What does surprise him is the brick shithouse of a man lumbering behind her. He's not much taller than Albrecht himself, but even from here he's certain the paint is twice as wide. Now those are hooves for clearing snow.
“You there, healer!” He calls, noting how the brown and white Goliath follows her stride. “What have you got for swelling in the joints?” Two birds with one stone and all that, or in this case a bird and an ostrich might be more appropriate. Why not load up on poppy seeds and willow bark while he's at it? Medicinal, of course.
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OOC: Herrow :3
He huffs in irritation. Some of the paths simply end without a destination, as if the ones who made them suddenly decided to turn around. He shakes the copper curtain of his beard, trying to decide whether forging his own way or searching out another path would be less infuriating, when a hollow tinkling of sound tips his head to one side.
A bounding bundle of blue takes up most of his attention – the healer Tiamat. She’s been all smiles and uncontrolled excitement the last two times he’s noticed her wandering about, so it’s no surprise to see her frolicking in a similar manner now. What does surprise him is the brick shithouse of a man lumbering behind her. He's not much taller than Albrecht himself, but even from here he's certain the paint is twice as wide. Now those are hooves for clearing snow.
“You there, healer!” He calls, noting how the brown and white Goliath follows her stride. “What have you got for swelling in the joints?” Two birds with one stone and all that, or in this case a bird and an ostrich might be more appropriate. Why not load up on poppy seeds and willow bark while he's at it? Medicinal, of course.
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OOC: Herrow :3
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