She took off like a shot when the cage came open off the wagon, but now she stops just short of the pinwheeling mass of arms, face screwed up with the sudden, contortions of someone trying not to laugh very hard.
It'd be fucking hilarious if she weren't half-afraid of him stomping one of them — and if it weren't for that hand glowing fit to set a lantern.
That just isn't any kind of good.
"Hey!" Melys knows how to crack her voice sharp when she's gotta; some things you never forget out of basic. "Easy!"
She steps forward deliberately, slowly, making as much noise as possible. Her hands splay out placative, the right clinging to an empty sack, only to swoop down suddenly and scoop up one of the squabbling hens into the bag.
"If you keep moving much more they're gonna panic," They're panicked already, but this guy doesn't act like he knows much on chickens. "And then they'll engage their poison glands."
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It'd be fucking hilarious if she weren't half-afraid of him stomping one of them — and if it weren't for that hand glowing fit to set a lantern.
That just isn't any kind of good.
"Hey!" Melys knows how to crack her voice sharp when she's gotta; some things you never forget out of basic. "Easy!"
She steps forward deliberately, slowly, making as much noise as possible. Her hands splay out placative, the right clinging to an empty sack, only to swoop down suddenly and scoop up one of the squabbling hens into the bag.
"If you keep moving much more they're gonna panic," They're panicked already, but this guy doesn't act like he knows much on chickens. "And then they'll engage their poison glands."