Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-28358106-20160724212319

(Meanwhile,  at the estate)

Walking through the glen towards the estate, Ferra is dragging an impossibly large sled of wooden planks, making two huge gashes in the ground with the runners, while Lucida rolls two wagon wheels with each set of arms.

Lucida looks up and waves brightly as soon as she recognizes Praetor. "Hey!  Hey, Sir Praetor,  we were...oops!  Shoot!" One of the wagon wheels wobbles and falls over and she tries to catch it. Ferra accidentally steps on it, her foot going completely through it with a loud crunch. Shocked, she staggers backwards and grabs a rope, snapping it. All of the tied-down wood crashes off, burying her.

The wood parts and slides off, amd Ferra sits up, teary-eyed. She looks at her cloven foot through the wagon wheel and begins to bawl.