The morning brings snow for the town and a choice with DIRE CONSEQUENCES for Detlef.
On the one side is Farogil. Technically he's on his stomach, having dragged Detlef over him in the night, less like a 'big spoon' and more like a 'fourth blanket'. Faro is a heavy sleeper and can be obstinate and sour when he wakes up before he's ready. He is definitely not ready to be awake.
On the other side is Moose. The fire dwindled down to embers overnight so her basket beside the hearth is colder than she would prefer. A snowdrift blocks the window shutter-turned-catflap so she can't slip out to beg for or steal some breakfast either. Moose knows her favorite humans are upstairs but she's shut out by the bedroom door. So she cries at the door and scratches at the wood with increasing desperation. And volume.
What will it be, Detlef? Rescue a lonely kitten from being mildly hungry and uncomfortable but risk a grumpy boyfriend, or stay warm and comfortable and listen to a few minutes of shitten yowling before she realizes she can go curl up with Lord Sneak?
III. Cramped Quarters, OPEN AS HELL
Once the doorway's cleared and the snow trampled down in the road, Faro's actually secretly grateful for the sudden snowfall. Business isn't booming like it was during the peak of pilgrim season, but it's better than it was last week, what with all the ghosts. Now there was a bunch of people stuck in town with nothing to do and a craving for somewhere warm. The snow gives him a captive audience of prospective customers!
If only he was a good salesman. He tries, though, and spends most of his time in his shop like usual.
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The morning brings snow for the town and a choice with DIRE CONSEQUENCES for Detlef.
On the one side is Farogil. Technically he's on his stomach, having dragged Detlef over him in the night, less like a 'big spoon' and more like a 'fourth blanket'. Faro is a heavy sleeper and can be obstinate and sour when he wakes up before he's ready. He is definitely not ready to be awake.
On the other side is Moose. The fire dwindled down to embers overnight so her basket beside the hearth is colder than she would prefer. A snowdrift blocks the window shutter-turned-catflap so she can't slip out to beg for or steal some breakfast either. Moose knows her favorite humans are upstairs but she's shut out by the bedroom door. So she cries at the door and scratches at the wood with increasing desperation. And volume.
What will it be, Detlef? Rescue a lonely kitten from being mildly hungry and uncomfortable but risk a grumpy boyfriend, or stay warm and comfortable and listen to a few minutes of shitten yowling before she realizes she can go curl up with Lord Sneak?
III. Cramped Quarters, OPEN AS HELL
Once the doorway's cleared and the snow trampled down in the road, Faro's actually secretly grateful for the sudden snowfall. Business isn't booming like it was during the peak of pilgrim season, but it's better than it was last week, what with all the ghosts. Now there was a bunch of people stuck in town with nothing to do and a craving for somewhere warm. The snow gives him a captive audience of prospective customers!
If only he was a good salesman. He tries, though, and spends most of his time in his shop like usual.