#thewanderingwillow

The plague goat tried their best to stay still, but it was tough already hearing the jingle of these new bells. But they did their best, bowing their head while sitting on the ground letting the fire starter tie nice sounding bells. Once it's on... They pushed Willow just a little ways away from him and START FLAILING THEIR HEAD, DING DING DING DING RING DING DING DING DI DI DING!!~

Fuuck! They turned back towards willow once the hounds were dealt with, assessing the damage done to her leg. Hearing that audible snap let them know it wasn’t some twig that got broken in the scuffle. “Aight- We gotta get you out of the open like this before I can treat this.-  Picking you up alright? it’s gonna hurt a bit.-” Bor scooped her up with their upper pair of arms and starting to fly, scouting out for a place to heal up their human.

“Oh uh- sure!” They do as they were told and changed into a more hominid form, their faeself was just the same size as their old human self so it should work out, right? Right. It’s easy to take things like this for granted when the weather doesn’t bother them so much. Sure the cold makes them slow, a tiny bit sleepy and changes their hunting tactics to an ambush one, but they don’t gotta worry about their toes or fingers falling off. Puts it in perspective if the human they once were would be able to handle a place like this. She was from new york too, albeit a much earlier time than theirs, but still a city dweller like them no less. There’s a chance maybe. “Yeah.~ It’s always nice to have a place to come back to after being out in the cold all day.” They can smell that this vest is repurposed but they didn’t mind it any. The fae papped it amusingly before continuing, “Would ya change it for a real home back at New York if ya had the chance? If things back there were good enough to go back, that is!”

LOOKS AWAY!! They try to play dumb but ultimately gets smacked with a ham bat! Fine fine fine!! Bor starts pushing all the red gems that they been loafing towards the firestarter, taking the ham in exchange for it.~ They proceed to loaf on top of that instead, cooking it like the oven they are!

They took a moment to gather thoughts, sitting down next to her while doing so.  One can tell whatever’s on their mind is eating them up seeing how much they’re chewing on their antennae.   “Um... When I had that sigil put on ya... Did ya at any point of time felt that there were- forced to love me or anythin? Just... That sort of restricted stuff tends to do a lot of things to a person mind. Mainly in a place like this.”