mary ate a little lamb

For a moment he could almost imagine the little guy had listened to him, he stood still for all of five seconds before returning his attention to Lach’s ear. Before he could take another chomp the door of the barn opened. A draft spilled in with the primate and his bucket and Lachlan almost pressed himself to Tyrian for warmth. The lamb seemed unperturbed and raced to the langur excitedly. His little tail wagging even more joyously than a puppy might, the sight made Lachlan giggle, the eager baby sheep quickly endeared himself to the rust marked boy.

”He’s pretty cute,” Lachlan observed softly as the lamb pranced from langur back to him. He was almost affectionate, nosing surprisingly gently as he tried once more to get sustenance from Lach. As the lamb raced to his dinner he perked at Tashi’s words. Was he a shepherd? This was the only time he’d interacted with a lamb before, but perhaps the langur was right. It was something he’d need to think on. ”I’d let him chew on my ears some more.” He chuckled again as Tyrian returned to him.

”Feisty little guy,” he returned amusedly, having half forgotten the meal they weren’t quite finished with. ”So I guess you have a few more where that one came from?” He hadn’t gotten a grand tour or anything, and really Lach knew very little about Tyrian and Fireside. He’d easily been smitten, but now he wanted more. It was easy to get lost in the thoughts of the future on a night like this. Deep down the rust marked boy was already wondering where he might fit beside Tyrian going forward.