They're a little more aware of Lemm's...concerns, now. They still don't think the Stag will hold any kind of grudge or serious bother, but they still hop up as soon as they're able. Might as well try to make this go by as quickly as possible, now that it's too late to be what Lemm might consider exactly painless.
They're partly thwarted by their sibling, though perhaps the distraction could be a blessing. The Old Stag huffs in cautious amusement when Greenhorn makes their way in front of his face, studying him intently. "Do I have something on my face, little one?" he asks, and outright snorts a laugh when they nod.
They don't get it--he does! It's a beard. All over his face.
The Knight tells them not to touch it. No, not even the parts that hang down farther than the rest. It's time to get going, anyway, come along. Lemm doesn't like it. The reminder does get them to hurry, though they examine the seats with some fascination before they anchor onto the armrails.
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They're partly thwarted by their sibling, though perhaps the distraction could be a blessing. The Old Stag huffs in cautious amusement when Greenhorn makes their way in front of his face, studying him intently. "Do I have something on my face, little one?" he asks, and outright snorts a laugh when they nod.
They don't get it--he does! It's a beard. All over his face.
The Knight tells them not to touch it. No, not even the parts that hang down farther than the rest. It's time to get going, anyway, come along. Lemm doesn't like it. The reminder does get them to hurry, though they examine the seats with some fascination before they anchor onto the armrails.