I Like To Move It, Move It.

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-07-2019, 11:47 AM by Iolaire.)

After their explosive argument, Sirius had informed the small dame that he had a store of emergency supplies hidden in the Plain. He'd forbidden her from doing what she was good at and instructed her to take the stores to Deathbelle instead. Begrudgingly, she decided to do so. Having arrived at the stores, the woman was overcome with despair. How in the hell was she, a tiny little thing, going to get all of this across the freaking land? That was when an idea struck. She would construct a sledge. Iolaire collected vines aplenty. She located two nice sized fallen saplings of similar widths. Placing them upon the ground, she proceeded to tie them together with the vines until she created an interesting transportation device. The thickest of the vines stretched between the two poles and would go around her neck, resting upon her chest. She could pull supplies across the land with ease.

Iolaire began loading meat and pelts upon the poledrag. It would definitely take a few trips, but the supplies would be delivered. Making sure that the items were secure, the small woman slid herself into the chest harness. She threw her weight forward and... nothing. The damn thing didn't budge one iota. With a snarl and an audible curse, she tried again. And again. Stepping out of the harness, she glared at the contraption. To pull it, she would have to remove a great deal of the supplies. It would take too long to transport a few chunks of meat at a time. She was just too damn small.

Another curse squeezed through clenched teeth and the tiny fae kicked the furs covering the supplies. Why in the hell didn't the Ashen Armada have more big, muscly males to haul all of this crap? With a grumble, Iolaire sat, staring hard at the poledrag and its mound of items. What was she going to do now?

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I Like To Move It, Move It.

Killian

Iolaire