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Bluebottle was prone to doubts; it was an intrinsic part of him. Less and less frequently did these doubts extend to his handler, the wily and capable and charming Falit, but they did, at times, still lead to trouble between the pair.

A blizzard was brewing, and Falit, Bluebottle, and the elder in their care, Masha, were stranded on the open plains, far from Merilian and far from shelter. Falit made as if to hitch Bluebottle to the cart, and the stag faltered and balked - did Falit mean to drive off and leave Masha to her fate, saving just their own two pelts in the process?

But no. Bluebottle's fear was unfounded. Falit was a man of honor, who'd learned the hard way to always have foresight in case of the worst. He dragged the skittering stag into position, telling him with urgency, "There's no time for your tomfoolery now, Bluebottle!" and swiftly tangled the traces in such a way that Bluebottle, Falit urging him to hurry all the while, upended the cart onto its side, next to Masha, so that it blocked some of the strengthening wind.

Falit had brought blankets and poles and tools and rations in the cart, which Bluebottle had never even looked inside to see what he'd been pulling all this morning. Falit divided the oats, that were meant to be Bluebottle's reward upon reaching Grindill, between the two rukaans, who'd need every ounce of energy Falit could scrounge up for them.

Falit laid Bluebottle down, snugly squishing Masha against the cart despite her old and grouchy complaints, and then the man brought out poles and blankets. Falit did his best to hammer the poles into ground beneath the snow, stretching blankets between them and the upturned side of the cart as a ramshackle tent.

Then he wriggled in between the rukaans, like a snow-dusted shivering weasel, and they waited.

"They'll send back help," Falit informed Bluebottle. "Won't leave their good old girl Masha stranded out here in a snowstorm!"

Falit's voice, usually so reassuring, was much less so when the man's teeth were chattering, and the wind was howling and hammering against the overturned cart they huddled behind.

Bluebottle fretted. It was in his nature. But he got his legs and neck wound around Falit, and as far around Masha as he could reach, and got the man to stop shivering.

(He didn't think there was anybody in the world who could get Masha to stop irritably grumbling. Maybe Odin, but frankly, even that seemed unlikely.)

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Import Link: R-0331 Bluebottle
Rune Mark Tracker: [here ]
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Fullbody, Colored, Shaded, Complex Background, Fullbody Handler, 422w Story, Completely by Owner
Quest Bonuses: N/A
Quest Type: Migration
Quest Prompt: Storm Warning
Quest Tracker Link: [here ]

Bank Name: MonochromeFox

Prompt: Character Development 4

Description
<< Previous

Bluebottle was prone to doubts; it was an intrinsic part of him. Less and less frequently did these doubts extend to his handler, the wily and capable and charming Falit, but they did, at times, still lead to trouble between the pair.

A blizzard was brewing, and Falit, Bluebottle, and the elder in their care, Masha, were stranded on the open plains, far from Merilian and far from shelter. Falit made as if to hitch Bluebottle to the cart, and the stag faltered and balked - did Falit mean to drive off and leave Masha to her fate, saving just their own two pelts in the process?

But no. Bluebottle's fear was unfounded. Falit was a man of honor, who'd learned the hard way to always have foresight in case of the worst. He dragged the skittering stag into position, telling him with urgency, "There's no time for your tomfoolery now, Bluebottle!" and swiftly tangled the traces in such a way that Bluebottle, Falit urging him to hurry all the while, upended the cart onto its side, next to Masha, so that it blocked some of the strengthening wind.

Falit had brought blankets and poles and tools and rations in the cart, which Bluebottle had never even looked inside to see what he'd been pulling all this morning. Falit divided the oats, that were meant to be Bluebottle's reward upon reaching Grindill, between the two rukaans, who'd need every ounce of energy Falit could scrounge up for them.

Falit laid Bluebottle down, snugly squishing Masha against the cart despite her old and grouchy complaints, and then the man brought out poles and blankets. Falit did his best to hammer the poles into ground beneath the snow, stretching blankets between them and the upturned side of the cart as a ramshackle tent.

Then he wriggled in between the rukaans, like a snow-dusted shivering weasel, and they waited.

"They'll send back help," Falit informed Bluebottle. "Won't leave their good old girl Masha stranded out here in a snowstorm!"

Falit's voice, usually so reassuring, was much less so when the man's teeth were chattering, and the wind was howling and hammering against the overturned cart they huddled behind.

Bluebottle fretted. It was in his nature. But he got his legs and neck wound around Falit, and as far around Masha as he could reach, and got the man to stop shivering.

(He didn't think there was anybody in the world who could get Masha to stop irritably grumbling. Maybe Odin, but frankly, even that seemed unlikely.)

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Import Link: R-0331 Bluebottle
Rune Mark Tracker: [here ]
Rune Mark points and bonuses: Fullbody, Colored, Shaded, Complex Background, Fullbody Handler, 422w Story, Completely by Owner
Quest Bonuses: N/A
Quest Type: Migration
Quest Prompt: Storm Warning
Quest Tracker Link: [here ]

Bank Name: MonochromeFox

Prompt: Character Development 4