Friends call me Snow Miser

N/A · 02-04-2016, 10:47 AM

There was no mention of the oddity that was her nickname and for that Bernadette was grateful. Their conversation flowed naturally to the task at hand and didn’t stray. Bernie was already liking Neith -- she was to the point. While there was a time and place for fun hunting had to be one of the matters that was more serious. At least if you actually wanted to catch your prey. The femme’s gaze was thoughtful as she glanced towards the valleys of their home. She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of climbing to hunt, so she was hoping that they had strayed closer to sea level as well.

“We can at least hope so, aye? Lets go have a look about and see what we find.” The target would be plenty for the two of them, plus the family that the woman had to tend to. Bernadette would set off at a casual pace, ears perked and eyes scanning the terra before her. Today they were dining on goat; her heart was set on it.

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