Rooster's allegiance is easily bought, the fickle bastard. His enormous ears swivel forward the moment his snout catches a whiff of the fruit, and he edges nearer to Kattrin to eagerly whuffle it out of her hands. Whatever his mistress's issue is, he doesn't seem to share it now. Fern doesn't give him dried fruit.
"Shhh, friend. You are safe. She will be with you soon."
And much though Fern is loathe to admit it, Kattrin's willingness to be gentle to her mule goes a long way towards reassuring her that there is, in fact, no imminent danger from this encounter. For a moment she remains sitting there in the mud and water, just watching the scene warily. But eventually, she does struggle up to her feet, quickly patting herself down to make sure nothing important dropped out of her coat pockets. En route to the shore, she tugs a leech out of her shoes, and shudders. Eugh.
Tossing it back into the creek, she tells Kattrin cautiously, "His name is Rooster." Now that she's out of the water, she's well aware of how damn cold it is, and hugs her arms to her chest. fuck.
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"Shhh, friend. You are safe. She will be with you soon."
And much though Fern is loathe to admit it, Kattrin's willingness to be gentle to her mule goes a long way towards reassuring her that there is, in fact, no imminent danger from this encounter. For a moment she remains sitting there in the mud and water, just watching the scene warily. But eventually, she does struggle up to her feet, quickly patting herself down to make sure nothing important dropped out of her coat pockets. En route to the shore, she tugs a leech out of her shoes, and shudders. Eugh.
Tossing it back into the creek, she tells Kattrin cautiously, "His name is Rooster." Now that she's out of the water, she's well aware of how damn cold it is, and hugs her arms to her chest. fuck.