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Post by Kristofor on Dec 15, 2023 5:28:49 GMT -6
"Ok good, he looked too well taken care of to be a wild 'un. Your repointe sir, is stabled downstairs. Get him out of the snow a bit while you recovered. Landed square on a rock with your escapade stunt." The figure talks and talks and Kristofor's focus slips, his head pounds to the voice. Ouch. Eyes squeeze shut, a faint whimper. "Here, this will help." The fox blinks, and there's a bottle of... he has to squint to read it as his vision isn't fully with it. Anti...inflamatories. Headache pills. Oh thank Light. He points at the bottle with stiff finger pads and asks for two. ...'Two?' his words sound...off to his ear. And can't figure out why. Whomever, he can't see that yet, shakes the bottle to expel two blue and red pills, replacing the lid. His maw opens, snaps up the pills and takes a sip of offered water from a little glass of water, held to his mouth. The taste is terrible. Eew. 8
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Post by Kristofor on Dec 15, 2023 5:35:14 GMT -6
Its a blur of the next amount of time because when Kristofor opens his eyes again, the fire has been restocked with a fresh log, a faint smell of cinnamon in the air as flames nibble it from below. He can think more clearly now, the pounding lessened in his head. "Theres our guy of the hour." He looks over, there's a blonde cheery...human, sitting at a table opposite him and the fire, with a potted...plant, before them. "Feeling a little more put together?" He nods. 'Where-am I?' he asks, his tongue feels fat and stupid inside his maw. Did he bite it in his sleep again? "Inside the servants quarters; you caught us by through surprise. Don't usually get visitors in Light season like that." And by like that... he has to think. He'd been walking along on all fours, the repointe had been drawn to something large and meaty... a roast on a spit? Then something had challenged them? And... he'd jumped up and over... but hadn't judged his landing. Oops. But where's Suffolk? He can't see, or smell him. 9
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Post by Kristofor on Dec 15, 2023 5:43:21 GMT -6
The blonde cheery one is paying attention to the pot on the table as they talk, but look right at him to apologize for assuming he was a snox. What was a snox? 'Snox?' "'Nother word for them snow fox spirits that walk around in the night about this season. You're colored a bit different them em'." Kristofor's ears canted backwards and sideways. That they don't see many fox people though. Can all of them do the walking on all fours thing?. Wait what? "...just me. ....meditative moving." It does mean dislocating his shoulders to do the proper way though. The figure nods in his line of sight, placing a roll of green plant tape on the table and some wires. ..."What is that?" They point at the pot, and he nods. Its a bonsai, or will be a bonsai when they get the plant wired up. The pot itself is empty, save for a twist of wire and netting on the bottom to hold the dirt inside the pot. Fascinated, Kristofor sits up in bed so he can get a better look. He'd not seen a bonsai pot without the plant before. "Is my ...repointe okay" Yes, stabled up downstairs to get out of the cold while he came around. They had had the posted doctor take a look at him while the fox was out; he really must've landed badly. As he sits up in bed, his spinal column COMPLAINS avidly, and his hands... he looks down. They're wrapped thickly, but he can't feel them. Er, he had a mild case of frostbite, it might be a bit before he can use his hands. Oh not again... its like the debacle with the wheelbarrel and his pawpads all over again. His feet? Dragging himself upright, Kristofor puts his long legs over the bed, seeing similar wrappings on his feet. Like fat wrap slippers, but smaller. The doctor would be by soon to check in on him. 10 +1 Suffolk
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Post by Silver on Dec 27, 2023 18:18:42 GMT -6
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