03-01-2016, 08:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-01-2016, 08:28 AM by DM Surranó.)
OOC - it was late night / early morning as the adventure began.
Toot arrived at the farm on the second hour after sunrise.
The jermlaine-eagle has no difficulty find something edible for himself, even the eagle himself. It seems whoever's the adult overseeing these kids doesn't mind the kids running around freely because no adult nose peeks out of the house throughout the morning hours. The most dangerous weapon he spots is a hayfork. Then, around noon, he can hear wooden windowsills cracking open and a cheerful female voice calls out, inviting the kids for lunch. They return cheerfully and rush into the house, just to be greeted by a few scolding words and ushered outside to visit the well on the middle of the yard. Working hard on the wheel and voicing opinions of disagreement about the futility of washing your face before lunch the kids eventually retrieve a bucket of fresh, cool water and after the first splash their stubborn look is gone and they cheerfully splash each other. The woman calls out once more, quoting the names "Kiera! Telee!" in a demanding voice. The kids hastily finish washing their faces and hands and rush inside without a word.
No more life remaining outside worthy of observation Toot gets aloft again and sails southeast.
After thirty miles the thorn grew a bit larger but still too far for details to be discerned.
As the glowing white sun is about halfway from noon to sunset another, red celestial body rises on the east, covering the area in crimson light.
Toot arrived at the farm on the second hour after sunrise.
The jermlaine-eagle has no difficulty find something edible for himself, even the eagle himself. It seems whoever's the adult overseeing these kids doesn't mind the kids running around freely because no adult nose peeks out of the house throughout the morning hours. The most dangerous weapon he spots is a hayfork. Then, around noon, he can hear wooden windowsills cracking open and a cheerful female voice calls out, inviting the kids for lunch. They return cheerfully and rush into the house, just to be greeted by a few scolding words and ushered outside to visit the well on the middle of the yard. Working hard on the wheel and voicing opinions of disagreement about the futility of washing your face before lunch the kids eventually retrieve a bucket of fresh, cool water and after the first splash their stubborn look is gone and they cheerfully splash each other. The woman calls out once more, quoting the names "Kiera! Telee!" in a demanding voice. The kids hastily finish washing their faces and hands and rush inside without a word.
No more life remaining outside worthy of observation Toot gets aloft again and sails southeast.
After thirty miles the thorn grew a bit larger but still too far for details to be discerned.
As the glowing white sun is about halfway from noon to sunset another, red celestial body rises on the east, covering the area in crimson light.
