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Jan. 25th, 2021
What I wrote last night
Jan. 25th, 2021 05:06 pmLoki pulled his bow and a single arrow from his hip, but hesitated for a moment. There was too much wind, and the shot too far. He quickly put them back and unslung his rifle instead.
"Cover your ears," he said.
He lined up his shot with one of the creatures in the snow. Bjalfi and Hrapp both noticed what he was aiming at. "You'll never hit that from here," Bjalfi said.
"Not with the bow, no," Loki agreed.
He lined up his shot, finding it difficult to keep his target without his feet in stirrups. As Bjalfi slowed the horse, Loki squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out like an explosion over the tundra. One round was all it took, and across the tundra one of the figures in the pack stumbled and fell while the rest scattered. The horse spooked and jumped, but Loki held on until Bjalfi calmed it again. Suddenly, he was reminded of French fields and gopher holes.
Bjalfi and Hrapp both stared at one another for a moment, before finally turning the horses toward the kill. They found a caribou in the snow, its blood steaming in the snow. Loki hopped down off the horse and shouldered his rifle as he walked toward the animal. It was a big female, with antlers almost as big as the hippogryph horns Loki hung above his bed. One way or another, he was determined to keep them. He pulled his knife from his belt, and turned to Bjalfi.
"Do you prefer to gut here, or at home?" he asked.
"Here," Bjalfi said, getting down from the horse to join him.
While Loki had no doubt he could gut and prepare the animal himself, he was glad for the help. Jötunn caribou were quite a bit larger than any he had encountered before.
"I'd like to keep the horns and pelt," Loki said, cutting the beast open with his knife while Bjalfi held it.
Bjalfi nodded. "You'd get good trade for them," he agreed.
Loki had no intention of trading either. The antlers were going on his walls, and the hide would become a lining for his cloak.
"What is that thing?" Hrapp asked, watching from his horse.
Loki shrugged, feigning ignorance. If they thought it was Elvish, he was not going to correct them.
"I have no idea, but I am awfully fond of it," he said.
"Any chance you'd want to trade it?" asked Hrapp.
Loki shook his head. "Absolutely not."
"Cover your ears," he said.
He lined up his shot with one of the creatures in the snow. Bjalfi and Hrapp both noticed what he was aiming at. "You'll never hit that from here," Bjalfi said.
"Not with the bow, no," Loki agreed.
He lined up his shot, finding it difficult to keep his target without his feet in stirrups. As Bjalfi slowed the horse, Loki squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out like an explosion over the tundra. One round was all it took, and across the tundra one of the figures in the pack stumbled and fell while the rest scattered. The horse spooked and jumped, but Loki held on until Bjalfi calmed it again. Suddenly, he was reminded of French fields and gopher holes.
Bjalfi and Hrapp both stared at one another for a moment, before finally turning the horses toward the kill. They found a caribou in the snow, its blood steaming in the snow. Loki hopped down off the horse and shouldered his rifle as he walked toward the animal. It was a big female, with antlers almost as big as the hippogryph horns Loki hung above his bed. One way or another, he was determined to keep them. He pulled his knife from his belt, and turned to Bjalfi.
"Do you prefer to gut here, or at home?" he asked.
"Here," Bjalfi said, getting down from the horse to join him.
While Loki had no doubt he could gut and prepare the animal himself, he was glad for the help. Jötunn caribou were quite a bit larger than any he had encountered before.
"I'd like to keep the horns and pelt," Loki said, cutting the beast open with his knife while Bjalfi held it.
Bjalfi nodded. "You'd get good trade for them," he agreed.
Loki had no intention of trading either. The antlers were going on his walls, and the hide would become a lining for his cloak.
"What is that thing?" Hrapp asked, watching from his horse.
Loki shrugged, feigning ignorance. If they thought it was Elvish, he was not going to correct them.
"I have no idea, but I am awfully fond of it," he said.
"Any chance you'd want to trade it?" asked Hrapp.
Loki shook his head. "Absolutely not."