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09-05-2015, 04:48 PM
Tembovu
“A Moon Doctor? You are quite the useful person to know, eh?” He chuckled, speaking half in jest and half in seriousness- and committing the mare to memory. Looking down at the helpful, lovely little lady, he could not help a grin cross his face. He like this little mare. Nodding to himself, he took great strides through the dusting of snow, lifting the harness with his giant head, and dragging it to the rump of Anzanie.
“Excuse our reach, Anzanie,” he gave her a wink, his good nature and easy demeanor mitigating the potential awkwardness of such personal touches as they began to strap in the little painted mare. He motioned for Alysanne to assist, “I think you’re more familiar with this particular harness,” he nodded, though the glass buckles seemed to listening to his very thoughts as they began to tighten. Perks of being Glazier? A few large strides brought him to the cart, and pushed it up behind the harnessed mare- letting Alysanne attach it.
“Just beyond those trees was a large area of glass. Alysanne, do you know of a place to stockpile it? I thought perhaps behind the glass dragon…” he trailed off his question, starting to move towards the broken glass wall. He shortened his normally giant strides so that he might assist Anzanie, should she need it, “You’re alright?” he asked, ensuring that the petite paint was not struggling with the cart.
“Excuse our reach, Anzanie,” he gave her a wink, his good nature and easy demeanor mitigating the potential awkwardness of such personal touches as they began to strap in the little painted mare. He motioned for Alysanne to assist, “I think you’re more familiar with this particular harness,” he nodded, though the glass buckles seemed to listening to his very thoughts as they began to tighten. Perks of being Glazier? A few large strides brought him to the cart, and pushed it up behind the harnessed mare- letting Alysanne attach it.
“Just beyond those trees was a large area of glass. Alysanne, do you know of a place to stockpile it? I thought perhaps behind the glass dragon…” he trailed off his question, starting to move towards the broken glass wall. He shortened his normally giant strides so that he might assist Anzanie, should she need it, “You’re alright?” he asked, ensuring that the petite paint was not struggling with the cart.
ooc| Sorry for the delay and icky post. I might have PPed a little, so just let me know if I need to change anything <3
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