[Iggy nods, smiling. No predator he, and he lacks even the clever fear of a rabbit. Iggy is a lamb, through and through.
He falls into step easily - they are the same height - and begins to chatter almost at once.]
I wonder where they got all of this hay. Usually you see these sorts of mazes on farms, you know? Places where they've got like, crops and animals. I guess they might have horses in some stable I haven't seen - old money people love horses. Or maybe there's a farm outside the grounds? Like in olden times, with the poor farmers having to fork over their money to the lords. So Bunny or whoever can just be like, "Nigel, give us a bunch of hay, we're doing a theme!"
[He reaches out to touch the hay briefly. It's dry and pointy and not particularly pleasant.]
Is cool, though. So long as they don't Wicker Man us at the end.
[He's kidding... mostly. There is a faint unease buried in his playful burblings.]
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He falls into step easily - they are the same height - and begins to chatter almost at once.]
I wonder where they got all of this hay. Usually you see these sorts of mazes on farms, you know? Places where they've got like, crops and animals. I guess they might have horses in some stable I haven't seen - old money people love horses. Or maybe there's a farm outside the grounds? Like in olden times, with the poor farmers having to fork over their money to the lords. So Bunny or whoever can just be like, "Nigel, give us a bunch of hay, we're doing a theme!"
[He reaches out to touch the hay briefly. It's dry and pointy and not particularly pleasant.]
Is cool, though. So long as they don't Wicker Man us at the end.
[He's kidding... mostly. There is a faint unease buried in his playful burblings.]
Do you like it here? You called it a paradise.