Log: 6th of Rebirth's Decline

[retrieverchef]

Where: Around town
When: RD6, evening
What: A horse ride
Who: Eliot and OPEN


Eliot grinned as the breeze blew his hair away from his face. He'd missed this, being on horseback, feeling the ground fly past him. He slowed down as he left the courtyard. Children's voices echoed as he road into the town. He smiled as remembered the small town he had grown up in. This might be a very different dimension, but the similarities were unmistakable.

Comments

[retrieverchef]

"So I see," Eliot said with a smile. "How do you prefer eating them?"

It was, after all, Faolan's catch. The boy should get a say in that.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Mostly catch alive and let go again." It's been a while since Faolan has eaten a squirrel.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot smiled. Don't kill anything you weren't going to eat. Just like his own daddy had taught him. "Good kid. Does fried squirrel sound good to you, then?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Yes!" Faolan dropped down next to Eliot. "What should Faolan do to help?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot frowned slightly. "Do you know where the kitchen in the castle is? Or a closer one we can use?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"We have kitchen at home!" Faolan bounded to his feet again, reaching out to tug Eliot up.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stood and followed Faolan, squirrel in one hand and the boy's hand in the other.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan led him back to the smithy and the rooms behind it, pushing open the door that led into the main room. He pointed to the stove and magicked together refrigerator to one side. "Cook here."