Please Bow-have (February 3011) - [Adanedhel]
Mar 19, 2018 15:20:28 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Mar 19, 2018 15:20:28 GMT -5
Paega was very happy to be complimented on her singing. She knew Adanedhel came from a place where music was like breathing, or so he had said. If he thought she was a good singer, perhaps she would make a good elf someday.
They made good time to get to the house, and Sceadwian offered a single bark to welcome them home. “Back up, Wi,” Runa hummed as she pushed the door open. Paega immediately made way for the back door, the black dog following at her heels and sniffing the tunic bundle with great interest. Interest enough, he left his favorite person alone.
That person went immediately to the cradle to set Eormund inside, cooing a quick, “Hold on, baby. I’ll be right back to feed you,” before bolting for the door to follow Paega.
“How big of a pen do you wish for me to make for these little ones?”
Runa paused at the door, turning to Adanedhel. “I’m…unsure. I know they would do better outside, but there’s that confounded cat…” Bjorn. The devil of the street, more like. “It needs to hold all of them until they’re big enough to be released again…” Truthfully, she had never raised pheasants before, and her mind still seemed to be in a fog. “…You speak to birds. Perhaps…ask them?” She did not know if that was something they would know either, though perhaps they could describe what they wanted to do. Adanedhel had many more years of experience than she did. Perhaps he could figure it out. She knew if Ceolmund was here, he would know what to do.
“Come on, Mama!” Paega called from the back of the house. “We need to buwry the mama biwrdy!”
“Yes. Yes, we do. I’ll get the shovel,” Runa answered, reaching into the lean-to to take in hand the shovel Ceolmund owned but rarely used. She paused in the doorway, smiling faintly to Adanedhel. “Thank you for your help, Master Adanedhel.”
They made good time to get to the house, and Sceadwian offered a single bark to welcome them home. “Back up, Wi,” Runa hummed as she pushed the door open. Paega immediately made way for the back door, the black dog following at her heels and sniffing the tunic bundle with great interest. Interest enough, he left his favorite person alone.
That person went immediately to the cradle to set Eormund inside, cooing a quick, “Hold on, baby. I’ll be right back to feed you,” before bolting for the door to follow Paega.
“How big of a pen do you wish for me to make for these little ones?”
Runa paused at the door, turning to Adanedhel. “I’m…unsure. I know they would do better outside, but there’s that confounded cat…” Bjorn. The devil of the street, more like. “It needs to hold all of them until they’re big enough to be released again…” Truthfully, she had never raised pheasants before, and her mind still seemed to be in a fog. “…You speak to birds. Perhaps…ask them?” She did not know if that was something they would know either, though perhaps they could describe what they wanted to do. Adanedhel had many more years of experience than she did. Perhaps he could figure it out. She knew if Ceolmund was here, he would know what to do.
“Come on, Mama!” Paega called from the back of the house. “We need to buwry the mama biwrdy!”
“Yes. Yes, we do. I’ll get the shovel,” Runa answered, reaching into the lean-to to take in hand the shovel Ceolmund owned but rarely used. She paused in the doorway, smiling faintly to Adanedhel. “Thank you for your help, Master Adanedhel.”