illirica
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"Ivan!"
The meeting had ended, people had started going home or to work or wherever it was that people went, and by all accounts, Cailet Suibhne should have been doing the same.
To everyone who knew her at all, it would be no surprise whatsoever that she was doing something entirely different. The thing about tending goats was that mostly they tended themselves, except for when the kids came. Occasionally one had to convince them to come down from somewhere, but that was often just a matter of waiting until they had decided that was what they wanted to do. Cailet would check on the goats, as usual, but her father was the one who'd be on the lookout for predators and her mother was the one who would be in the shed working with the milk, and as long as they ended up with the same amount of goats at the end of the day, it tended to work out.
Cailet wasn't too worried about them. She'd put charms on all of them except for the littlest kid, and since that was the one still tucked under her arm so she could keep it out of mischief - it's own mischief, that was, not her mischief, in which it was more an accessory than an accomplice - well, the charms would keep the goats safe, and Cailet very much wanted to find out who the mysterious stranger was.
It wasn't that she was too cautious to go alone, it was just that these things tended to be more fun with someone else along, and Ivan was generally a good target for Cailet's curiosity. He didn't always go along with whatever she'd come up with, but at least he put up with her, and if he decided not to go along, she knew he wouldn't do anything silly like try to stop her or go tell her parents.
"Ivan! Come on, we're going to follow him."
Him, of course, meaning the cloaked newcomer that they'd seen leaving the meeting. Cailet figured Ivan could probably track him - Ivan could track almost anything - and then they were going to find out who he was, and why he was here, and if he knew anyone interesting, and if he did anything exciting, and what his favorite color was, and whether he liked peppermint.
Cailet had all sorts of questions. This, too, was no surprise to anyone who knew her.
The meeting had ended, people had started going home or to work or wherever it was that people went, and by all accounts, Cailet Suibhne should have been doing the same.
To everyone who knew her at all, it would be no surprise whatsoever that she was doing something entirely different. The thing about tending goats was that mostly they tended themselves, except for when the kids came. Occasionally one had to convince them to come down from somewhere, but that was often just a matter of waiting until they had decided that was what they wanted to do. Cailet would check on the goats, as usual, but her father was the one who'd be on the lookout for predators and her mother was the one who would be in the shed working with the milk, and as long as they ended up with the same amount of goats at the end of the day, it tended to work out.
Cailet wasn't too worried about them. She'd put charms on all of them except for the littlest kid, and since that was the one still tucked under her arm so she could keep it out of mischief - it's own mischief, that was, not her mischief, in which it was more an accessory than an accomplice - well, the charms would keep the goats safe, and Cailet very much wanted to find out who the mysterious stranger was.
It wasn't that she was too cautious to go alone, it was just that these things tended to be more fun with someone else along, and Ivan was generally a good target for Cailet's curiosity. He didn't always go along with whatever she'd come up with, but at least he put up with her, and if he decided not to go along, she knew he wouldn't do anything silly like try to stop her or go tell her parents.
"Ivan! Come on, we're going to follow him."
Him, of course, meaning the cloaked newcomer that they'd seen leaving the meeting. Cailet figured Ivan could probably track him - Ivan could track almost anything - and then they were going to find out who he was, and why he was here, and if he knew anyone interesting, and if he did anything exciting, and what his favorite color was, and whether he liked peppermint.
Cailet had all sorts of questions. This, too, was no surprise to anyone who knew her.