by Schneemaehne » Tue Apr 01, 2014 5:10 am
Uups, sorry for confusing that, Yama!
My entry will follow soon as well - just need to finish cooking first! *laughs*
EDIT: Here it goes! I don't like using the Cloud, so I'll just post it right in here:
“Tell me again: why I am doing this?”
“Because you were kind enough to assist me in this task before the snow gets even higher and covers up the road? Oh, and I think I appealed to your bad conscience a few times, too.”
“Two sentences, three mistakes.” Khaleigh leaned back and did his best not to hurt his head while the pickup rumpled over the frozen gravel road, the empty trailer jangling awfully behind them. When they finally stopped in what looked like the middle of nothing he jumped out, not interested in wasting another minute. Farinn followed him, calm and smiling like he always did.
“So, do you feel like explaining me my mistakes?” He picked up the halters and thick blankets from the backseat and opened the trailer. “They should have heard us. These ‘Karis are quite smart, you know, they’ll be here soon.”
“Yes, I know. Thick-as-a-brick kind of smart.” If there was a day on which Khaleigh wasn’t in a foul mood, it certainly wasn’t today. “But I’ll tell you nonetheless.” He sat himself on the cowl and kicked a bit of snow to the side. For a few seconds the two men watched the small ball of snow and ice roll down the steep hill, collecting more and more snow before crashing into a rock and exploding in a rain of sparkling powder.
“First, you implied I do this because of any sort of kindness towards your or these beasts. I don’t. I simply think this is less annoying than your constant fussing. These creatures are from hell, they won’t die from a cold, would they?”
Behind the grouch several silhouettes emerged from the long-stretched valley and trotted towards the pickup. Farinn noticed, but kept silent.
“Second, this is not a road. And this place is not a meadow. It’s an ugly, old gravel path with more holes and bumps than actual… well, “road” parts. This leads into a valley awfully far away from the stables. What would be so hard to put these horses… things… whatever, right next to them? It would make your life a lot easier.”
The Narakaris were close now, bare hooves not making the tiniest sound on the thick layer of powdery snow.
“And last but not least” he continued, “I have no such thing as a bad conscience. If I ever had, I lost it years ago and –“ Khaleighs sentence broke off as several horned heads appeared in his vision. Before the Alfär knew what happened, he was surrounded by the whole herd, soft lips nibbling at his hair and noses searching for hidden treats in his pockets.
“Farinn? Stop smiling you idiot! Get your little beasts away from me!”
“I don’t think I can. But you might want to move away from the cowl.”
“Why should I?” he asked, brows furrowing.
“I think they like the warmth of it.” As the other jumped quickly off the car, a foal followed him, biting into his hood and then snuggling against him like a cat. “Oh, I guess you are nice and warm, too!”
Khaleigh did nothing but roll his eyes and tried to dodge the three little horns that nearly pierced his arm as the foal playfully threw his head around.
“Get them off, now!”
“Only if you help me.”
“I hate you.”
“Of course you do. But this foal just looooves you. Look at it. Aww, isn’t that cute? I would bet it will follow you home, eating up your front garden, rampaging through your neighbourhood, sissify your Nightmare, scratch your new car… you know, doing what a horse from hell does.” Farinn’s honeyed voice wasn’t hiding the laughter in his eyes.
“I really, really hate you. Let’s get them home before they catch a cold and I’ll end up sitting your collection of oddities again.” He got three small, but well-deserved horns rammed into his side for the last sentence.
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