The Gig, Sunday
There were strangely shaped foil-wrapped chocolates all over the barn.
"No," Firekeeper told the horses firmly as she led them outside. "You cannot have any. It's food, but not food made for horses. It's for humans- or human-shaped wolves. Other bellies will get very upset if you try and put something like that in it."
The horses didn't seem pleased with this, but accepted it. Firekeeper shrugged and settled down against the fence with Blind Seer and a handful of the chocolates.
"Just so you know, you're not getting any either," she told him.
[ooc: open and OCD-free!]
"No," Firekeeper told the horses firmly as she led them outside. "You cannot have any. It's food, but not food made for horses. It's for humans- or human-shaped wolves. Other bellies will get very upset if you try and put something like that in it."
The horses didn't seem pleased with this, but accepted it. Firekeeper shrugged and settled down against the fence with Blind Seer and a handful of the chocolates.
"Just so you know, you're not getting any either," she told him.
[ooc: open and OCD-free!]