Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder
Garatt wasn’t scared of whers —in fact he was a good deal less nervous of Sig than he would have been of her human. But a wher pulling at his trousers, loose as they were, was at serious risk of pulling them down. He was nervous besides of any thing getting too close to his backside, in the way it was automatic to protect an area that hurt lest something accidentally made it worse.toggle quoted messageShow quoted text
It meant that he turned to try to face her, grabbing at his trousers with one hand —his bandaged hand— to try to hold them up. But that meant he was hanging on to the very top of the fence with one hand and one foot, far more precarious than he had been a minute ago.
“Don’t, please.” That was polite rather than pleading. He liked whers well enough and despite the fact this one was trying to grab him had no thought that it might hurt him. Tilly never had and besides it seemed friendly. “Let me climb down.”
On Monday, October 26, 2020, Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
The first thought that popped into Valder's head when Sig said she smelled a new man was beast rustlers. But he quickly dismissed that idea. Who would dare try to steal here, where dragons patrolled?
Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.