Rutherford wrote:: Do you check out the upstairs/or explore the basement? What do you find?--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla felt herself growing both more frigid and more apprehensive as the story went on and the winds continued to shake the house from outside. The wind billowing against the windows, rattling them in their frames, was enough to make anyone want to head for the hills! Galla took a deep breath. She was no coward, especially not when she had friends and lambabies to look after. There were plenty here, all chatting and being jolly until this wind started to bring the chill back into them all, and she was going to do something about it! Even if it wasn't the Wind-Watcher from the tale-- it was getting very cold inside the cabin, and fast. Galla headed up to the attic to find-- nothing. Well, not nothing precisely. There was one lonely, injured bird that must've gotten itself stuck in here, from the looks of things it'd flown in through a small hole in the roof shingles, and couldn't find its way out. Galla figured it had injured itself trying to escape, because the poor thing was crumpled up and lying on the ground, cold and breathing hard. Galla tentatively approached the bird, and very, very gently picked it up in her paws. "It's alright little one," she soothed, "I'll get you all taken care of, don't you worry about a thing." She scavenged the attic to find a medical kit and bandaged the little bird up, taking it with her on her journey to the basement for supplies. They were going to need them at the rate this storm was going! She came back with blankets, food and some flashlights-- it was going to be a long night. All the while, as she passed out the acquired supplies, she kept her eye on that poor little bird. It probably was just them, up there, making all that ruckus-- there was nothing to worry about... right?
Rutherford wrote:Who's your crush/love? If you have one, how did you meet?: --
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla couldn't help but giggle. "Love? Aw geez, I've never thought about it myself," she waved a paw dismissively as she spoke, her cheeks dusted with a light blush, "I tend to play matchmaker for my friends, though. I feel like, from a removed perspective, I can tell who would go well together-- who would be good matches, you know. But gosh, I don't know who'd be right for me. Isn't that silly?" She giggled again, before pausing and taking a sort, apprehensive breath. She had thought about it but-- who would be right? Was there anyone in the world she wondered? She'd never been with anyone else before, and the concept was as exciting as it was scary. What if she messed it up? The proud matron smiled, warm and gentle, before finishing her response, "Well, all in all, I'm not sure just yet... there's no one I have my eye on at the moment, but... I think it'd be nice, to settle down with somebody someday. I just hope we cross paths. That story about you and your sweetheart was so-- well-- sweet! Gosh, makes me wish it was Valentines day already!
Rutherford wrote:: Do you escape with Rutherford, or do you stay with the Wind-Watcher? What happens to you?--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla saw Rutherford book it-- but she also saw the lambies left behind, some of whom were very young, and very scared. She wouldn't-- no, couldn't-- leave them behind, not a chance! So she ducked behind a bookshelf too, and held her breath, peering through the cracks and the awful monster that was, presumably, the Wind-Watcher after all. She watched the other lambs close, hoping, praying that they'd all be okay. If this Wind-Watcher tried to lay a hoof on them-- well she'd do her best to defend them, whether she stood a chance or not. She could at least buy them a minute to run, to get far, far away from here. Her thoughts were racing and her heart beat loud, thumping into her ribs with more force than she'd know it to have before. All the while she watched Rutherford run as much as she could from her cover, and scanned the place for any potential escape. Surely there was some way other than the escape hatch-- surely! She just had to look harder, but there wasn't much time.
Rutherford wrote:Do you continue looking for a way to escape, or do you go back to see if you can find Rutherford?:--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla had slipped out with the rest to chase after Rutherford, and was with the lost party-- she thought she heard Rutherford's voice somewhere farther off, but she couldn't be sure. "We have to find him," she declared, "We can't leave anyone behind!" She turned back and galloped hard, feeling the herd of her friends on her heels they had to think fast! Where had Rutherford gone to-- she tracked the twists and turns in her memory the best she could and backtracked, running faster than she imagined she could she felt her lungs screaming for air and her legs beginning to ache from the rapid slamming of hooves onto icy Earth. There was no time for that, though-- Rutherford, the only object of her search was Rutherford and those few lambs who had ran off with him. She slid to a halt when she found him-- and Zena, Ray and Song, too. She rounded the corner just in time to see the two shaking hooves-- had... had they made a deal? Galla felt her heart skip a beat. "Rutherford no--!" She called, but her voice was swallowed by the snow. It was too late. She ducked and hid behind the wall, peering out just enough to watch with baited breath. They had to hide-- what if those imp minions caught them? She tried hard not to make a sound. Her mind was still reeling-- what could she do? What should she do?
Rutherford wrote:You hear Rutherford's call for help!! What do you do to save him?:--
Username: rem sleep
Prompt: Galla snapped to attention as Rutherford's heartfelt cry pierced the air. Looks like that deal hadn't worked out, after all. "We're coming Rutherford!" Galla boomed, rounding the corner in a flurry with her friends narrowly behind her. Soon there was a group-- no, a full bookstore's worth of Lambicorns surrounding Rutherford defensively, hiding him at the center of their ensemble. "If you want to take Rutherford to the Wind-Watcher," Galla began, her mane billowing in the air, her sharp teal eyes blazing with determination, "You're going to have to go through us first!" The lambicorns took a defensive stance, prepared to hold their ground and protect their friend!
