Somewhere near the An-Astral-Qutset border, An-Astral
"Come on, Konrad!" The voice was carried downslope towards him by the wind.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath, gripping his walking stick tight in one hand.
The lamb curled under his arm bleated its agreement.
"You got that lamb?"
He didn't bother replying - the gale that was strong enough to whip the top layer of snow up into the air and channel it straight at his face was more than a match for his already hoarse voice - instead, he held the shivering ball of sodden wool closer to his chest.
"You're the worst farmhand I've ever had," the farmer went on, unseen through the storm, and unlistened to.
'Don't worry, you won't have to suffer my presence for much longer.'
The closer towards the border they meandered, the closer towards home Ginak became.
"Come on, Konrad!" The voice was carried downslope towards him by the wind.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath, gripping his walking stick tight in one hand.
The lamb curled under his arm bleated its agreement.
"You got that lamb?"
He didn't bother replying - the gale that was strong enough to whip the top layer of snow up into the air and channel it straight at his face was more than a match for his already hoarse voice - instead, he held the shivering ball of sodden wool closer to his chest.
"You're the worst farmhand I've ever had," the farmer went on, unseen through the storm, and unlistened to.
'Don't worry, you won't have to suffer my presence for much longer.'
The closer towards the border they meandered, the closer towards home Ginak became.
Harndon
Some wanker with too much time and too little energy.
