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[un_wir_greywaren]

Who: Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Drill Bit, Kick Ass, Spitfire, and Anvil.
What: Ronan and Gansey around town with their newly dreamed farm family.
Where: On route from The Barns to the library and back again, running some errands, here and there.
When: Today.
Warnings: Cursing. There is a goat named Kick Ass and Ronan has no mouth filter. Cuteness.

Feel free to tag Ronan or Gansey or both.

Ronan -

When it’s time to leave to meet Gansey Ronan gives the goats and calf a lecture about behaving, staying by his side, and not talking to strangers. He wouldn’t normally let them leave the property, but they’re still too young to be left alone. Especially Drill Bit. So he brings along the old wooden wagon with extra high sides for safety. Normally he uses it to hall cuttings and wood, various building supplies he would need around the property. Today he’s pulling along three small baby goats. Drill Bit, Kick Ass, and Spitfire. Anvil, the Highland calf, can handle the distance so she just follows along.

She cried when she realized she was being left behind so how could he not bring her along?

Every so often the goats jump out and run around, head butt things or people, make lots of noise, chase the calf, the calf chases them, and when they get tired they get scooped up and put back into the wagon.

They’re very excited to not be separated from Ronan and to be exploring. They can be seen making their way through town to the library.

Gansey -

While Ronan ran to get them some lunch for humans and possibly a snack for their four legged friends, Gansey sat outside the library with the wagon full of goats. Occasionally, one of them slips between the bars to trot off to visit whoever walks by. If any of them ranges too far away, Gansey lets out a whistle and they gambol back to them. All except one. The smallest goat, Drill Bit, always stays near Gansey. Usually her head rests in his lap so that he can scritch her ears. Anvil has better manners than her goat siblings, finding a quiet spot in the shade to watch for Ronan.

If anyone asks about the herd, Gansey will try to answer their questions, but Ronan’s the one with more farm knowledge. If anyone wants to pet a member of the menagerie, all will be happy to have the attention.

Comments

Ronan

[luckybucky]

Bucky does not have a hobby. What he does have is a lot of free time on his hands, so he's taken to wandering the streets, trying to get a feel for this strange place he's ended up. Which is what he's doing when he sees a cart. With goats. And a calf.

He stops, just stands there in the middle of the sidewalk, staring -- not at Ronan, not even at the beautiful, fluffy calf. But at the goats. He hadn't even really realized how much he missed the noisy, sassy, mischievous little devils that had been his charges in Wakanda.

Before he can even question the impulse, Bucky crosses the street to get a look at those goats. "Where did you find them?" he asks, almost breathless, eyes wide as one runs up and headbutts him in the calf. He hardly seems to notice, reaching down with his only hand to give the goat's neck a gentle scratch. "Hey there, big guy," he laughs the words out.

Gansey

[rottedking]

It wasn't every day that one ran into goats while doing errands before a work shift. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a goat in person. Maybe when he was very young and his parents had still been alive. They'd used to take family trips, and he was pretty sure at least one of them had been to a farm or a petting zoo.

Still, it'd been a very long time, and the baby goat that had trotted up to nibble his shoelaces looked even smaller than he remembered goats being. Probably because it was, as previously mentioned, a baby.

Crouching down, he held his hand out to the goat--did goats sniff hands, or was that just cats? He wasn't sure. Looking up, he spotted the rest of the animals and Gansey, and offered a polite nod.

"Are all of these yours?" he asked.

Ronan

[forleaving]

Adam was still suspicious of almost everything and everyone. He'd even been suspicious of Gansey at first. Though could he really be blamed when there was something weird with time going on? He had to be careful about what he said, and sometimes what he did, but mostly the former. There was just a lot on his mind, and feeling like he was vaguely out of place on top of being kidnapped hadn't helped.

He was also still working on getting a feel for this place, which was how he ran into Ronan and the animals. Or rather, how he was minding his own business and ended up being headbutted in the leg by one of the goats. Looking up, he saw Ronan before crouching down to give the little goat some scritches.

"Hey," he said. "They're cute."