12-30-2021, 02:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 03:19 PM by Godric Gryffindor.)
Godric listened closely, though he kept his eyes on the food, not wanting her to feel self-conscious in case she wasn't used to a great deal of attention. At the right moments, he nodded though when she admitted about the wolf attack, his eyes widened and looked up at her briefly. The fact that such a little person had managed to fight her way free of the predator was interesting. That she'd had the nerve to even attack it was impressive. He knew a great many women who would just scream and pray for rescue.
Not this one. She fought back and to him, that was always a good thing. A young woman with nerve could certainly survive the trip up to the trading post and the hazards of learning magic.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," Godric said, once she had finished. For a few moments, the only sound was the wind blowing across the clearing and the very distant crash of waves against the shore. Barely there unless one was truly listening but it was there. Finally, the rabbit had cooked long enough. He removed the stick from the spit. Producing two collapsible cups from his coat pocket, he extended them and poured some of the warm mead from the kettle into one, handing it over to her. He poured the remainder into his own cup and then turned on the rabbit.
"Afraid I don't have any trenchers or plates on me. It's hard to keep everything on me, no matter how I wish I could." He apologized, pulling one of the carcasses off the spit and, placing it in his lap, he handed the stick over to her so that she could eat off of that if she liked.
"Rhi," he said sharply. The dog looked at him, her face drooping slightly but he shook his head, pointing to his side. He knew that if he didn't keep her on a short leash, she would likely try to eat Kimberly's food. The girl needed every morsel she could get. Reluctantly, Rhiannon stood up and skulked over to him, plopping down unhappily by his side.
Not this one. She fought back and to him, that was always a good thing. A young woman with nerve could certainly survive the trip up to the trading post and the hazards of learning magic.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," Godric said, once she had finished. For a few moments, the only sound was the wind blowing across the clearing and the very distant crash of waves against the shore. Barely there unless one was truly listening but it was there. Finally, the rabbit had cooked long enough. He removed the stick from the spit. Producing two collapsible cups from his coat pocket, he extended them and poured some of the warm mead from the kettle into one, handing it over to her. He poured the remainder into his own cup and then turned on the rabbit.
"Afraid I don't have any trenchers or plates on me. It's hard to keep everything on me, no matter how I wish I could." He apologized, pulling one of the carcasses off the spit and, placing it in his lap, he handed the stick over to her so that she could eat off of that if she liked.
"Rhi," he said sharply. The dog looked at him, her face drooping slightly but he shook his head, pointing to his side. He knew that if he didn't keep her on a short leash, she would likely try to eat Kimberly's food. The girl needed every morsel she could get. Reluctantly, Rhiannon stood up and skulked over to him, plopping down unhappily by his side.
