User blog:Locke Flinnt/Holstaurus WWYD reply (Redshirt)

Knowing bits and pieces of bovine anatomy I stop dead in my track, since it's the movement that agitates them most, not the color per se. The girl fidgets a little, them takes a deep breath and, eyes locked dead with mine, walks in a brisk pace towards me. The street goes silent, expecting me to get punded into the pavement groin first. "E-excuse-me-could-you-please-help-me-across-the-street?", she utters the sentence in a single salvo of words. "Ahem...certainly.". We walk to the traffic lights and, once it flashes green, I walk the girl to the other side. "Thank you, -she nods and smiles to me. -You see, I'm here from the village just east of here, our paramedic sent me here for an examination." I notice her intent stare once again, though this time we're pretty close - she's holding by my arm. "Can I be of some hepl, perhaps?", I ask her, still a bit weary. "Yes, please, there are a few more traffic lights ahead, and I just can't tell when it's safe to cross. I went color-blind after that explosion in the mill...", She fidgets nervously.

I take her to a doctor then. She's lucky - the effect is temporary and in a week or two she'll tell colours apart. Just enough time for me to put the red clothes into the far end of the closet (just in case), since she's argeed to stay at my place while she recovers.