eachdraidh | third arrow → VIDEO → both courts (forward dated a bit)

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's fine. If I had an issue with it, I got over it after the third dead rabbit left at the gates.

[ And the fourth chicken, the fifth fish, and second pig. ]

I've been meanin' tae ask ye about that. Are they, like, offerin's or somethin'?

Yeah. Offerings.

[ awkward. ]

I usually go out and gather them all up when I'm there and... figure out what to do with them later. Maybe I should set up a table or something, if they're going to keep it up.

Well, offerin's are usually put on a table or tray of some kind, until they're burned or poured out.

Some of them kill things right at the gates. I'd need a... basin, I guess.

[ For the blood. ]

A basin or a bucket.

[She might not care much about blood but she doesn't want to step in it thx]

I'll figure something out.

Aye.

[A pause.]

If there's any when I get back, do ye want me tae clean them up? I'm plannin' on going back for a bit before settin' out again.

That would probably be a good idea. We don't want wolves snacking on them or anything.

[ Or snacking on the people leaving the offerings... ]

I have a basket that I usually toss everything that isn't bloody or going to rot into to sort out later.

True. Alright, I'll find it an' pick up after them. [She nods.] If they're still fresh, I might make haggis.

Just don't let Straton see you with them. He'll beg.

[ biggest baby bandersnatch ]

[She laughs ~~wait until she comes home with a bear cub~~]

I'll try not tae treat him too much. Don't want him picking up bad habits after all.

[ best house??? ]

Any more bad habits, anyway.

third arrow → VIDEO → both courts (forward dated a bit)

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;