8964/Chores for Wolves

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Chores for Wolves
Date of Scene: 06 December 2021
Location: Horse Stables
Synopsis: A session in the stables turns into onesided flirting. The horses are unharmed in the making of this scene.
Cast of Characters: Rahne Sinclair, Atrid




Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She's shoveling manure. Rahne, good girl that she is, has a shovel and is in the stables doing work. College level or not, the horses need to be cared for. And the horses need to get used to her scent.

The horses can smell wolf on her. For reasons. They're restless, they're worried. They're shifting around and kicking things. So as Rahne cleans an empty stall of ...refuse...she sighs. "Oh hush," she says as she hears one of them snort. "Ah willnae eat ye. Et be insultin', ah...." She quiets, holding her nose, then mumbles, "Na'er mind."

Then she flings poop over her shoulder, hoping to hit the bin.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen walks into the stables and as not to get hit with horse pocky up comes his left hand and freezing the manure. "Ayyo watch where yer shovelin' that shit will ya?" He calls out. "You actually like bein aroun' these things Darlin'?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne pauses. She shifts, her little hair peeking up over the edge of the stall, then her hands grab and she pulls herself up so she can see. Looking at who's there, she frowns a little. Shortness is a thing, and she knows it well from experience.

She comes out of the stall and says, "Sorry sir," holding onto her shovel. She looks Atrid over a moment, her own outfit being work clothes and ugly boots. "Didnee scent ye thaur. Th' manure tends tae overwhelm everythin' other." Then she looks at the closest horse, and answers the man's question. "Not really." She prefers not to lie.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head with a laugh as he looks her up and down. "Scottish Lass?" He asks curiously. "Whats a beautiful girl like you doing out here shovelin' shit? You should be like out at a club or somethin'." He looks around a bit. "I'm Atrid, a pleasure ta meetcha."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
She looks at the stall, then nods. She doesn't seem to know what to say to that though. She was given direction, and told that the job needs to be done. But this is a teacher, who she's supposed to respect. The logic problem apparently is breaking her mind a little.

So Rahne nods again, a moment later, then says, "D'ye want tae do et?" She isn't sure, maybe that's what he meant. This is all confusing.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs and shakes his head. "No I'm sayin' let's you and me go somewhere and have some fun, you're really to beautiful to be stuck here. And its so nice out there, come on what do you say?" He holds his hand out to her. "Whats you're name Lass?:

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Ah be Rain," the girl says. She seems like a child, looks like she's in her early teens, but if Atrid has spoken to anyone on campus he'd know that the only Scot is older than that. She rolls the 'R' in Rain, making it seem as if there's hidden letters involved. A reasonable assumption since there actually is.

She sighs, then says, "Ah hae duties. Ah cannee jus' bog off oan mah duties, who'll tak' caur ay these troaps?" At times, a translator might be needed here. At other times, a stablehand.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head. "Live a little Rain. Come have some fun, it'll be fine I promise, if any trouble is had I'll take it." He says smiling and taking her hand.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
No, he does not take her hand. When he tries he finds her quite firmly holding a shovel. She frowns. This isn't the kind of thing that she does. "Ah dinnae consent. Ye're a boy, et wouldnae be appropriate." She looks like she's going to hide behind her shovel, which isn't likely to work very well. Still, it's something she seems to be trying to accomplish.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen holds his hands up. "Easy there Rain I meant no offense. And I'm not a boy thank you very much." He says simply. "I'm 18 and thus an adult, and not inappropriate." He smiles. "Honestly put this off for now, come have some fun and relax a bit and than I'll help you finish this ok?"

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne looks at Atrid, her eyes concerned. "D'ye act like thes tae all th' girls?" she asks. Then she proceeds to turn away, and get back to work. Something about the way he's acting, it really puts her back up apparently. Either that or her history. Over her shoulder, as she digs up more poop, she says, "Ah dinnee want tae hurt y' feelins, sir, but ah hae t' finish thes."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looks at her and backs off a bit more. "Truly Darlin I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset or freighten you, I'm not like this with all the girls, I just.... I got over eager, gimme another chance, let me prove I ain't a creep please?" He asks his tone soft and sincere as he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a shovel. "What do I do?" He asks.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
"Well, dinnae do th' stalls wi' horses in," Rahne says softly. She isn't used to teaching this boy yet, nor used to his demeanor. but he is clearly someone she needs to get used to, so she gives him a fair chance. "They be anxious because o' me. Ah'm a werewolf," she says bluntly, tossing more manure into the bin. "Scares 'em."

She then shifts and gets a broom. "Once et be clean, we put down new hay. Ah ne'er get tae ride them, they willnae put up wi' me on thaur backs." She seems a bit upset at that.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looks at Rahne smiling. "I know I'm rough around the edges, you would be too." He laughs gesturing to the Glasgow smile the goes from lips to cheeks. "But I'm making some progress its slow ya know? Werewolf? I think thats cool and awesome like not that you're one but that you deal with it and come out stronger." He says. "Thats truly amazing."

    He starts shoveling shit and stops for a moment getting to where the horses can't see him and he ignites his right hand and encases the left in Ice. "Thats all I can do."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne looks at the powers display quietly. She slows in her work, giving it the attention that it deserves, and a small smile of her own. Not much more, but she doesn't really know what to say. It's a place where powers are accepted, and she wouldn't freak out. So she simply nods her head, then ...

Then she sighs. "Thank ye. For trustin' me wi' that. Ye'll be a real hero someday." There's unspoken subtext there, but with her shy ways, it's probably 'unlike me'.

Which is, of course, more shit. Just the metaphorical type.