>>5883587>>5883589>>5883629>>5883638>>5883677>Promise her you won’t.>Drop a bomb-ass pickup line.“I promise I won’t.” You swear solemnly. You try to wink beneath your hood. “How could I ever say ‘no’ to you, master?”
“That’s a good point. You <span class="mu-i">shouldn’t</span> say no to me, since I’m your master. And yet you seem to anyways..” Your bomb-ass pickup line drop seems to fly over your master’s head. “Just keep your head on straight and avoid giving in to his badgering. I’ll be fine and you’ll be fine. Now..”
Your master suddenly pauses her walk, causing you to near stumble over her. You catch yourself from toppling down on top of her as she sticks a thumb in her mouth and raises it in the air–observing the sea all around you, your lady takes a quiet breath. “Yeah. This is good enough. He should hear from out here. Be quiet a moment, Snuff.”
Sigrid shuts her eyes. “How did it go again..? Uhm..”
<span class="mu-g">”Hark, Leshy, hark! Amidst yon grasses rise,
Grace us, he from the forest, the father of lies.
Pass through woodland bush, cant’r through the fern,
Let the ancient sea part so that thou mayst return.
O, Leshy, master of magic, amidst the untamed wilds born,
Bestow upon us eyes to see, we foolish greenhorns.”</span>
You wince in wait as your master closes her prayer–perhaps, waiting for the skies to crack with lightning, or the ground beneath you to roil and belch fire–but no godly retribution meets you. You instead catch a short, rhythmic beat on the breeze–the clop of horse hoof against grass.
“There he is.” Sigrid grumbles.
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