The sudden downpour of hail sent Margaery's livestock into a panic. Even Gilbert, who had weathered thunderstorms and hail was sent scurrying behind her skirts, whimpering at the impact of the ice. The goats and sheep ran in different directions while the cows automatically raced back into the police station. A small favor, at least.
Whistling at Gilbert, both Margaery and he raced after the frightened animals. The goats were clever, breaking apart as they ran in different directions. Without anyone to help her, she was risking the likelihood of losing her animals in the storm. She glanced around frantically.
"I need some help! Please!"
Town Hall
After securing the animals in the barn, Margaery gathered Gilbert in her arms and hurried towards Town Hall. Her basket of mending was shuffled under the weight of her dog and cloak. Once inside, she found the nearest chair and collapsed into it. She was sore from the run and the struggling animals, frightened by the storm. There would be bruises, but they were at least safe.
Gilbert raced around her feet before curling next to her, worn out. It was something she could sympathize with.
Ice pelted against the roof and windows, picking up speed as the minutes passed. It wasn't to be a small storm, it seemed. As another figure ran inside, Margaery moved her things from the chair next to her, silently offering the seat to the figure. "Here. You seem to need to rest as well."
OTA
The sudden downpour of hail sent Margaery's livestock into a panic. Even Gilbert, who had weathered thunderstorms and hail was sent scurrying behind her skirts, whimpering at the impact of the ice. The goats and sheep ran in different directions while the cows automatically raced back into the police station. A small favor, at least.
Whistling at Gilbert, both Margaery and he raced after the frightened animals. The goats were clever, breaking apart as they ran in different directions. Without anyone to help her, she was risking the likelihood of losing her animals in the storm. She glanced around frantically.
"I need some help! Please!"
Town Hall
After securing the animals in the barn, Margaery gathered Gilbert in her arms and hurried towards Town Hall. Her basket of mending was shuffled under the weight of her dog and cloak. Once inside, she found the nearest chair and collapsed into it. She was sore from the run and the struggling animals, frightened by the storm. There would be bruises, but they were at least safe.
Gilbert raced around her feet before curling next to her, worn out. It was something she could sympathize with.
Ice pelted against the roof and windows, picking up speed as the minutes passed. It wasn't to be a small storm, it seemed. As another figure ran inside, Margaery moved her things from the chair next to her, silently offering the seat to the figure. "Here. You seem to need to rest as well."