faderift | Player Plot: The Big One?

Alright, now that he will say is cute. Not right now though since he's sure Christine might throw some food at him, and he really doesn't want to be a plate to eat off of.

He reaches for his pouch as well, but stops when the nuggalope actually turns to look at them, ears perked up. Clearly Christine's sweet talking has gotten it's attention.

"That's it," she says sweetly, shuffling forward a few steps. "Delicious food for good nuggalopes. Good, gentle nuggalopes, yes? Mmm." She crouches down and lets the feed slide from her hand and onto the ground before she stands and backs up to allow the nuggalope to come closer.

The nuggalope's nose twitches as it tries to smell what that delicious food might be. Then it takes a cautious step towards them.

Sam waits until Christine backs up a bit more before leaning in to talk, keeping his voice to a whisper so that it doesn't, hopefully, distract their interested 'friend'. "Well looks like you've gotten it's attention," he mutters as the nuggalope edges towards them slowly, head reaching forward to get a better whiff.

As it gets closer Sam makes a noise, a bit of surprise and curiosity. "That's a lot bigger up close."

"Oui," she murmurs, because that's easier to say on a soft exhale than 'yes.' Christine is staying very still now, trying not to spook the very large creature. It comes to inspect the food, running its muzzle over it before lips part and it practically inhales it. It looks so silly but Christine has to refrain from laughing, so she settles for a closed-mouth smile.

"You are not having second thoughts are you?" she whispers close to Sam's ear.

"Maybe. Are you volunteering to do it instead?" he whispers back though keeping his eyes on the nugglaope as it continues to munch on the ground, trying to pick at any stray pieces of food it didn't gobble up already. Guess they were going to need a bit more to keep it distracted.

Or not.

With the food gone the creature is sniffing around and already making its way towards Christine. Judging by the way its ears turn towards her and it begins to sniff in her direction it expects she has more.

"Not at all," she replies, watching the nuggalope approach with apprehension. But it seems like a timid creature and she scoops more food out of the bag.

"I do hope I do not lose a finger." It's said with no small amount of sarcasm, but she does step towards it cautiously, hand extended to see if it'll take it from her hand or if it wants it on the ground.

"Maybe hold your hands out flat, like when you feed a cow," he offers quietly. You've fed a cow before right, Christine? Least that's the only animal he can think of that the nugglope reminds him of in some way - the big mouth at least. Hopefully it wasn't much of a drooler.

Sam continues to say where he is, not wanting the nuggalope to feel crowded. That and he wasn't going to try jumping on it when its face was so close to Christine.

Christine's lips twitch with amusement because no, Sam, she has never fed a cow. She's not an Orlesian milkmaid with rosy cheeks and her hair in braids. But she stretches out her hand, laying her fingers flat. Her other hand curls into a fist at her side, worried about this creature's mouth getting so close to her, but she stays still and waits.

The nuggalope walks over, stopping in front of her. It lifts its right foot and sets it down quickly, then the left foot. It does this several times until Christine realizes it's doing an excited little dance and she giggles uncontrollably.

"Here," she says softly. "Good food." The nuggalope drops its mouth over her hand and inhales the food, leaving her cringing internally at the sensation.

"Good... err, nuggalope. Sam, is this a male or female?"

Looks like someone made a friend. Sam watches in interest at the little 'dance' the nuggalope does, head tilting as he looks at the front feet a bit closer - that was a bit weird. "Hm?" Looking at he blinks at Christine, recalling what she just asked.

Male or female?

Sam gives a sigh at that, lips pursing a bit, then slowly moves forward while giving the creature a wide berth. While distracted he leans over to get a look at it's underside. "I think it's a boy?" If he understands anatomy of other animals it certainly seems like the case.

"If you only think, then I feel sorry for any male paramours of yours," she teases as the nuggalope continues inspecting her hand with his mouth. It's starting to tickle and she carefully turns her empty hand over to gently rest on his snout. Fingers stroke across in a soothing gesture and the nuggalope is eating it up much like the food he just devoured.

"Good boy," she coos, smiling up at him.

Ha, ha, Christine. "Well you're welcome to switch ends with me, and you can lean over to look at his parts," he offers back as he straightens himself out. Walking back around so that he was a few feet behind Christine once more, Sam watches as the nuggalope just basks in the attention that it is receiving.

Seeing that it seems decently calm, Sam takes a step forward, but stops when ears perk up and a large head turns in his direction. Not enough to stop Christine from petting him of course. When it appears that the nuggalope isn't going to move, Sam tries again, getting close enough to stand next to Christine, but not reaching out to touch just yet. Baby steps.

"At least I would not use words like 'think,'" she says with a delicate sniff. But this is hardly the time to get into one of their joke fights. They should really be focusing on the animal here.

"This is Sam. He is a Fereldan, so you two should get on famously."

It is tempting to fall into their usual routine of jabbing at one another, but with the nuggalope getting closer it did seem like a wise idea to cool it down a bit so that they didn't overly excite their new friend.

"Are you assuming he's Fereldan as well or are you just saying I get along with animals?" he asks, giving Christine a playful look, just for a moment before settling his eyes back on the creature and holding a hand out. There was a long moment as it took time smelling his hand, clearly looking for a treat like Christine had given. "I don't have any- hey-!" Apparently chewing on sleeves was just as good.

"We are in the Frostbacks, and Fereldans come from the same people the Avvar come from, do they not? Therefore, we must be on the Ferelden side since we are close to an Avvar hold." Logic!

Christine is just about to ask if Sam wants her to put some food in his hand when the nuggalope starts chewing and she can't hold back her giggles.

"Oh, I like this one! And he thinks you are a tasty treat."

Sorry, Christine, but he's a bit occupied with a nuggalope currently trying to eat his clothes to really think much on that 'logic'.

"Of course you would like the one that is trying to eat me." How very cruel you are, Christine. But guess that proved it was a boy, right? Thinking he was a tasty treat and trying to take his clothes. "Can you help me to get him to stop?" He kind of has an arm tied up and the other is making sure the horns aren't poking into him.

But it's funny, Sam. Maker, lighten up.

"All right, all right," she says, tugging back on Sam's sleeve while making soothing sounds to the nuggalope. "No, no. Not for eating. Do you want another treat? Hmm?" Her other hand returns to her bag for more feed.

"Mmm. Good food."

He's teasing, but he's only laughing on the inside. On the outside he really doesn't want to lose a shirt and get poked with those horns. Priorities.

Tugging on his shirt doesn't get the nuggalope to let go, but the offer of more food certainly does. The nuggalope makes the most curious noise when the feed is presented, and easily uses his weight to push Sam a bit of the way to start munching on Christine's hands.

"Thank you," Sam sighs out, wrinkling his nose a bit at the moist feeling of his sleeve. Now that he is close and not occupied with being chewed on, Sam looks back and hums lightly as he considers something. "I don't think either one of us is going to get on him without help."

Christine smiles and lets the nuggalope take the food from her, but she winces yet again as it licks her hand clean.

"Yech," she says, drawing her empty hand away to wipe on her pant leg. "If we can climb on something we might be able to. Do you see any fallen logs or tree stumps nearby? I can lead him over with food." Though she does want to try to conserve some now that the nuggalope is scarfing it all down.

Yeah, that did look a little gross.

"Or I could give you a boost to get on his back." Before Christine can argue he interrupts quickly. "He does seem to really like you." Course he's still looking for something to climb on if Christine doesn't agree with that idea.

"Wha--" is all she gets out before he keeps talking and she can only fix him with a look. "I can barely ride a horse, Sam. This would be a disaster if I tried."

"Well you can sit on a horse very well." That counted for something. "And it's not like we're actually going to ride him right now." Actually now that he says that, Sam frowns and considers why they were planning on getting on the nuggalope at all.

"How are we getting him back to the Hold? Can't just steer him by his horns... can we?"

Christine lifts an inquisitive brow at her friend before looking towards the nuggalope and his very impressive horns.

"I thought he would simply be... nudged along with someone on his back and another leading the way with food. Is that not what we should do?"

They are impressive, but Sam also assumes that trying to lead him by his horns isn't going to work. Didn't do so well with the harts after all. "So you want to be in charge of leading him around with food?" And he'll just sit pretty on his back?

"I suppose so. It seems to be working so far." Why mess with a formula that's working? "I will have to make sure I do not run out halfway through, but I believe this can work." She reaches out and pets the nuggalope's nose.

"If you cannot think of how to get on his back, maybe you could walk behind him instead and block him if he tries to veer off?"

"Not very safe to walk behind," he points out. If a nuggalope was anything like a horse or hart then it would be very likely he'd get kicked or just irritate the beast.

"There are some rocks over there. Let's just see if we can get him to move to that spot and then we'll figure how to do the rest." That sounded fair right?

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i uploaded this icon just to use for sam moments

I am honored

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