primitive_soul (primitive_soul) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-03-13 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, lot, orion |
Who: Orion & Lot
Where: Trading post
When: December 26th, early evening
Why: Confusion
"Do your balls hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?
Can ya tie 'em in a knot, can ya tie 'em in a bow?
Can ya throw 'em over your shoulder like a revolution soldier?
Do your balls hang low?"
It was rare for Orion to be in a singing mood, but after the events of that morning it was like a knot had come undone and now she felt loose and relaxed. She knew it was going to be dark by the time she got back to her shack, but the trading post had been busy that afternoon. She'd come in with a load of firewood and bartered it for some extra venison since her traps hadn;t been producing much. She was looking forward to a hearty dinner that night.
She covered the venison with a cloth tarp once it had been put in the back of the cart, got ready to haul it home. It had been a very good day.