home inspection

He knew her name - he knew her name, he was laying on her, and soon he'd be decapitating her. The facts were impossible to ignore and harder still as his weight pushed down around her. "No!" Aryn was not a liar, though when your life depended on it she supposed even a lady was allowed to fib. "I, I was returning one. You missed it! Poor little baby goat just wandering all by his lonesome so I just led him on in he's way out there with his mama now!" Her striped paw lifted to jab over the knolls, gesturing wildly to where the fictional baby goat supposedly nursed his mother. Gods did she hope he'd release her, go check it out, and she could flee.

There was a whole other issue she could not lie away, trespassing. "Trespassing?" Aryn repeated meekly. Without any single idea on how to weasel out of that one, she spoke the first thing that came to her mind. "Are you sure?"