braidmage: (! LIFT the doggo)
Reynir Árnason ([personal profile] braidmage) wrote in [community profile] redshiftlogs 2019-10-27 11:35 pm (UTC)

I guess you're right. It's just - surprising. Seeing something from home.

[ And it makes his heart ache in a way that it hasn't really before, thinking about his brother, his parents, that little house where he grew up. The village that he knows every corner of and the hills and the flock and all those lazy summer afternoons, his mother's cooking, spinning wool, his life.

He drops his gaze back to the lamb, humming a little to himself as he checks it out: He looks in its ears, at the eyes and nose, listens to its breathing, squeezes its middle, lifts the tail and feels the back legs, gently rubs its hooves and watches the way it toddles around. ]


He seems one hundred percent perfectly healthy. A little on the small side but strong and good balance.

[ The lamb gives another bleat, and Reynir knows what he is asking for. Looking up at Annie, he says: ]

He's hungry. Maybe we should... go to the kitchen so we can give him some milk?

[ At this age, nutrition would be very important for the little one. Reynir isn't sure yet of what's going to happen and if Annie is going to want to try to look after the lamb or whether she will let him take care of it willingly. But he's not leaving until he's sure this baby gets a proper meal. They can figure out the rest once that is taken care of. ]

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