Swept Away

Tansy took in the steep sloping sides of the Fjord, the cover of the trees. It was a good place to camp, and her moppy not-matted tail waved its agreement, the tinkling of her bells accenting the gesture. "Ooo, and I'd say the stars would look wonderful this far south, yes, yes?" She was excited to meet his family, hoped they would like her. She always strove to look on the brighter side of things, but just to be safe she rummaged in her satchel and pulled a card. "10 of cups! The cards agree!" She was a little smug about the domestic implications pulling the card could signify, but it she hadn't drawn the card with herself in mind. Maybe sweet Bay had a whole wife and children tucked away in this pack of his? She ignored the slight twist of her stomach.

She went rifling through her bag a little more, face falling when the only other thing she could shake lose from the bag was crumbs. The girl was visibly crestfallen. "Oooh but we're out of snacks!" She glared at the card. "How are we supposed to appreciate our blessings on an empty stomach!?" She didn't pout, (yes she did). Hunting had never been her forte, her jingling and jangling made her useless when it came to stealth.