can't sleep, countin sheep

Jupiter was being bad. He knew he was doing a bad thing and really, all it did was amuse me. His young uncle had taken a sudden interest in animal husbandry and sheep were high up on his list. And what did he remember clearly from his time in Valhalla during the festival? Sheep. So he'd marched his bright blue ass back to Valhalla with Darya in tow and lo and behold, what was waiting for him just on the other side of the border? Sheep! Of course he'd had to get closer for a better look. Had too. The fluffy little buggers had all but begged him.

After nonchalantly warning Darya about the dangers of trespassing Jupiter had leaped over the wall like a bright blue bambi deer and frisked after the sheep for a closer inspection. It wasn't like Aurielle would mind. He thought she was rather sweet on him so there was no way whatsoever that she would object. It wasn't like he was going in for a taste or anything. He was just looking, honest.