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discedo_logs2011-02-09 08:51 pm
lutefisk) wrote in discedo_logs2011-02-09 08:51 pm
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Who: Norway and Marta
Where: Barn
When: 2/09. Early Afternoon.
Rating: PG at most?
Summary: wow I log too much. But TBA.
the log:
Even as a human, bundled to keep warm out of necessity, Norway hadn't felt more at home in Discedo as he did now. The air numbed his skin, joints aching and feeling more as they should from centuries of use. Yet the cold was comforting, reminding him of untouched mountains and the dark sea that hugged his fjords. Homesickness was likely a common feeling amongst all the captives, though it was times like these where it was either blissfully forgotten or painfully remembered.
So unlike most, Norway had continued to tend to his duties despite the weather. At the time he sat on a rickety stool, hunched over and carefully milking into a half filled pail, stopping every few minutes in order to reheat his hands. Of course, the barn itself was warmer in comparison, the heat radiated from the livestock circulating through the space and keeping it insulated.
However, he wasn't alone. He carefully listened to the shifting behind him, knowing who it was and minding very little. At some point he'd set the pail aside, making sure it wouldn't spill before reaching for another.
"Are the hens fine?"
Where: Barn
When: 2/09. Early Afternoon.
Rating: PG at most?
Summary: wow I log too much. But TBA.
the log:
Even as a human, bundled to keep warm out of necessity, Norway hadn't felt more at home in Discedo as he did now. The air numbed his skin, joints aching and feeling more as they should from centuries of use. Yet the cold was comforting, reminding him of untouched mountains and the dark sea that hugged his fjords. Homesickness was likely a common feeling amongst all the captives, though it was times like these where it was either blissfully forgotten or painfully remembered.
So unlike most, Norway had continued to tend to his duties despite the weather. At the time he sat on a rickety stool, hunched over and carefully milking into a half filled pail, stopping every few minutes in order to reheat his hands. Of course, the barn itself was warmer in comparison, the heat radiated from the livestock circulating through the space and keeping it insulated.
However, he wasn't alone. He carefully listened to the shifting behind him, knowing who it was and minding very little. At some point he'd set the pail aside, making sure it wouldn't spill before reaching for another.
"Are the hens fine?"