Mar 28, 2009 15:49
After his morning class, Will and Bran had spent some time tidying up Hafod-ar-Lan, but while Cafall was content to stay curled up near the door, watching the humans, Cof seemed determined to make her cabin fever impossible to ignore by following one or the other of them constantly. The third time Will turned from a task to find himself struggling not to trip over underfoot dog he made an exasperated noise and gave in. "I'm taking Cof for a walk," he declared, brushing his too-long fringe out of his eyes. "Can you make tea?" And with Bran's nod Will opened the door and followed the too-energetic dog out into the sunshine.
Once they were outside, both boy and dog's moods seemed to lighten considerably. They made their way to the beach, Cof running ahead and then sniffing at interesting smells while Will caught up at a more leisurely pace. Once they reached the beach it didn't take Will long to find a nice-sized stick to throw. Cof barked joyfully as the stick tumbled through the air, kicking up puffs of sand as she ran off in pursuit, leaving Will standing and watching with a grin.
[Set to early afternoon. Old friends and new welcome! I'm going to be away from the computer for about an hour and then I'll be getting tags back. :)]
moril,
paul stanton,
fiyero,
will stanton