03-01-2019, 06:53 PM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
Tomorrow had lived with the Lodge for the better part of three, fourish months? He'd spent the majority of the winter on the mountainside with these people, so it was safe to say he was much more comfortable here than he had been when he first arrived. He was no longer a stuttering, uncertain mess; he was now just a stuttering mess. Progress.
He sat back on the steps leading up to the Lodge's front door, contentedly watching Jeremiah frolic in the snow. He'd spent a lot more time indoors lately, so he was happy to spend a bit of time enjoying the outdoors; despite the snow and general cold, he liked it out here much more than inside the Lodge.
He blinked, hearing the tromping hoofbeats that signaled the approach of someone on horseback. He tensed, reaching for his rifle momentarily before seeing Ellie riding one of the older mares. He was vaguely aware she was attempting to learn how to ride better, and to him that was a good skill to learn. He ought to learn how to ride better as well, but he'd been busy as of late and didn't have much time for it.
"Going for a walk?" Tomorrow asked, standing up and stretching as she passed. He jogged over to her to properly greet her, Jeremiah wandering behind him in a way that implied he was following but also extremely distracted by digging up the snow to find sticks.
He sat back on the steps leading up to the Lodge's front door, contentedly watching Jeremiah frolic in the snow. He'd spent a lot more time indoors lately, so he was happy to spend a bit of time enjoying the outdoors; despite the snow and general cold, he liked it out here much more than inside the Lodge.
He blinked, hearing the tromping hoofbeats that signaled the approach of someone on horseback. He tensed, reaching for his rifle momentarily before seeing Ellie riding one of the older mares. He was vaguely aware she was attempting to learn how to ride better, and to him that was a good skill to learn. He ought to learn how to ride better as well, but he'd been busy as of late and didn't have much time for it.
"Going for a walk?" Tomorrow asked, standing up and stretching as she passed. He jogged over to her to properly greet her, Jeremiah wandering behind him in a way that implied he was following but also extremely distracted by digging up the snow to find sticks.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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