12-30-2021, 12:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 12:52 AM by Godric Gryffindor.)
"Everyone is, most assuredly, safe and was unharmed." Godric said reassuringly, watching the young woman (for really, that was what she was) reach out to the dog. "Rest assured, she will not harm you while I fetch some food." He watched as Rhiannon stretched out her nose to sniff the hand proffered. Knowing that the two of them would be safe, he stood up and walked quite a distance, not wanting it to be too obvious as to what he was doing.
After a fair amount of time, he came back with a great deal of wood in one hand and two dead rabbits in hand. To his amusement, Rhiannon had gotten up and gone over to sit with Kimberly - likely to share some of her warm. Sitting next to her, the dog sat nearly as high as the girl's head. But it was nice to see that the dog took to her. Rhi had always been a good judge of character. Now whether the young woman was a witch or not remained to be seen. That was what he was here to decide.
Dropping back down into his spot, he thew some of the wood on the fire to build it up and keep away the predators in the area. Then he began skinning and gutting the rabbits to mount on a makeshift spit he took with him everywhere. With a few spices rubbed into the meat, it would be very fine eating indeed. Another silent thank you to Helga for teaching him that little trick.
"A friend of mine named her," he said in earlier reference to the dog's name. "I do not believe I've named a horse in my life but Lady Ravenclaw insisted that she needed a proper name. Rhiannon seemed as good as any so here we are. So...a rather good horse you have there." He looked over at the poor beast. "You must have been on quite the journey - all this way by yourself." He was curious as to what had driven her from her home in the first place but these things took time. He had to finesse them even though it wasn't what he was known for exactly - patience.
"We have time while the meat cooks so maybe you will tell me what happened at the Thatchers? They were quite concerned - not about the expense but about what could have caused such a thing. Did someone break in? Are they still safe in their home?"
After a fair amount of time, he came back with a great deal of wood in one hand and two dead rabbits in hand. To his amusement, Rhiannon had gotten up and gone over to sit with Kimberly - likely to share some of her warm. Sitting next to her, the dog sat nearly as high as the girl's head. But it was nice to see that the dog took to her. Rhi had always been a good judge of character. Now whether the young woman was a witch or not remained to be seen. That was what he was here to decide.
Dropping back down into his spot, he thew some of the wood on the fire to build it up and keep away the predators in the area. Then he began skinning and gutting the rabbits to mount on a makeshift spit he took with him everywhere. With a few spices rubbed into the meat, it would be very fine eating indeed. Another silent thank you to Helga for teaching him that little trick.
"A friend of mine named her," he said in earlier reference to the dog's name. "I do not believe I've named a horse in my life but Lady Ravenclaw insisted that she needed a proper name. Rhiannon seemed as good as any so here we are. So...a rather good horse you have there." He looked over at the poor beast. "You must have been on quite the journey - all this way by yourself." He was curious as to what had driven her from her home in the first place but these things took time. He had to finesse them even though it wasn't what he was known for exactly - patience.
"We have time while the meat cooks so maybe you will tell me what happened at the Thatchers? They were quite concerned - not about the expense but about what could have caused such a thing. Did someone break in? Are they still safe in their home?"
