This little piggy goes to market...
It was her own fault, Marian knows, thinking of the mess her house was left in. She had gotten used to having the piglets inside of their house during the rains, though Silence had pointed out - quite reasonably - that the pen he had constructed was quite sheltered. But she had gotten used to it, though it meant Ophelia and Hamlet also spent much of their time indoors.
The night before she had barely slept, listening to snortings and rumblings, the piglets curious now, at nearly six weeks, burrowing into everything and everywhere. It was why she has taken each of them and loaded them into a basket. She has bathed them first, and put bows on their necks, lest any who had agreed to take one of the little beasts regret their decision.
Ophelia and Hamlet, of course, were following her. If a pig could look surly, Marian imagined that Ophelia did. That Marian has started talking to them, walking slowly toward the compound so their parents would not be left behind, that was a different matter. Truth be told, her affection toward both of the creatures has grown the past few weeks, also to Silence's amusement. Yet, liking Hamlet and Ophelia did not mean that she wants seven of them near.
In fact, the sooner she passes them along, the sooner, she thinks, she will get a good night's sleep.
[[OOC: If you're one of the people getting a piglet, feel free to tag, or to hand-wave. Otherwise stop her for conversation and amusement.]]
The night before she had barely slept, listening to snortings and rumblings, the piglets curious now, at nearly six weeks, burrowing into everything and everywhere. It was why she has taken each of them and loaded them into a basket. She has bathed them first, and put bows on their necks, lest any who had agreed to take one of the little beasts regret their decision.
Ophelia and Hamlet, of course, were following her. If a pig could look surly, Marian imagined that Ophelia did. That Marian has started talking to them, walking slowly toward the compound so their parents would not be left behind, that was a different matter. Truth be told, her affection toward both of the creatures has grown the past few weeks, also to Silence's amusement. Yet, liking Hamlet and Ophelia did not mean that she wants seven of them near.
In fact, the sooner she passes them along, the sooner, she thinks, she will get a good night's sleep.
[[OOC: If you're one of the people getting a piglet, feel free to tag, or to hand-wave. Otherwise stop her for conversation and amusement.]]