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[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?

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[Squinting because. That reasoning doesn't sound convincing.]

Huh. Didn't know they needed it.

[She's not entirely convinced about it, though she did feel a sense of excitement at the time.]

I know he comes back, so it's not like he's going to stay dead. He must be a god tae some of th' people here.

That's ... weird. [BUT GOOD, HE GUESSES? The hunting makes him a little queasy, but he'll live.]

Well, either way, I don't think I can help much in the carrying department.

It's okay. Hiccup an' Toothless are goin' tae meet me at th' Station once I get through th' first leg of this journey on a flyin' ship.

Ha. Of course you got the almighty hero Viking to help you out. As long as you're just wandering on your own dragging a dead animal around.

Well it'd put a strain on Angus' back.

[She grins a little cheekily.]

He's goin' tae run me a bath an' make some stew for when I get there. [Spoiled little princess really.] He mentioned rustlin' ye up too. I'll keep th' carcass out of sight, I promise. I'm sure th' kitchens will let me keep it in their fridges for a while.

Aw, ain't that cute? Doesn't he make the perfect little Station wife? Keeps us well spoiled through and through.

[But he nods with a grateful smile.]

And ah, thanks. Even if it's kind of pure irony that the dead guy isn't into seeing dead things.

Doesn't he just? Anyone'll make a fine husband out of him yet.

[She chuckles a little.]

Believe it or not, I cried over my first rabbit.

Nah, we can't let that happen. He's too good to keep, Mer. We have to keep him to ourselves. Who else would we have do all the dirty work?

[YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE HIM AWAY SO EASILY.

But hey, hunter or not, at least she isn't heartless.] Really? How old were you?

True, true. I've always wanted a man slave of my own.

[Merida inclines her head as she crosses her arms, shrugging.]

Och, I must've been...eight? Nine? It was years before my dad let me join th' hunt though.

What were you doing shooting things at that age? Why weren't you running around having fun?

[Hunting doesn't count as fun in his book.]

Wasn't much time tae run around an' have fun outside of that anyway.

[She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling them inwards a bit.]

Mum started my lessons. Huntin' was th' only thing that got me out of those before I was allowed a day here an' there.

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