PM to join Two Furries and a Girl (Kayliegh)

[Raccoon]

Winter 78, 512

Raccoon hopped down from the wagon seat and stretched himself out a little. It had been a long trip to Zeltiva, and he'd only waken up about a chime and a half ago. And from then on, he'd been sitting on the wagon front as they rode across the uneven streets, as he took in the sights.

The wagon owner directed Raccoon to take the wagon to an inn down the street where he would be staying, and where he suggest Raccoon should stay, while he got information from the caravan leader. Raccoon nodded, and took the reins, awkwardly driving them down the street and around the other wagons to the inn. He pulled them into the stables, and unhitched them with help from the stable boy, and then gently lead the horses lovingly into the stalls. Raccoon tended to get along with horses because of his mother, but from time to time the young stallions would get more pushy then he liked, so he treated them all as nicely as he could.

Raccoon left the stable, breathing in the fresh dawn air. He promised himself to scurry about for interesting things soon, but business first. Turning, he walked to the door of the inn, pulled the door open from it's wooden frame, and entered the inn, dragging the door shut behind him.

The first thing he noticed was the wonderful smells coming from the back of the inn, where he immediately assumed the kitchen to be. Definitely have to visit their scrap heap Raccoon thought. It promised to be an enjoyable experience at the least.

As he gazed his eyes around the room, he saw stairs on his immediate left going to the upstairs, where it then turned to where he assumed the rooms would be. The front desk was immediately under that hallway, behind a few tables and chairs set up, with a small fire warming the room in the corner.

Raccoon walked up and began engaging the woman about rooming for the wagon owner and for himself, determined to not let the wagon owner down, even if it would be difficult for him to do so.

[Kayliegh]

Kayliegh shut the door to her apartment, Nuada waiting next to the door patiently. She was wearing her white winter clothes, sans cloak, when Nuada's ears perked up and a growl rumbled down his throat. Kay looked down at her companion, curious.

"What is it, love?" She asked him and he pointed his nose down the stairs. Those were the stairs guests used to enter and exit the front of the building, Kay used the servant stairs that took her to the kitchens and out the back. She had a deal with the Innkeeper that she wouldn't scare her customers with Nuada.

Kayliegh shook her head at him and lead the way down the back stairs and out the kitchen. They went back around to the front, where someone was pushing the door open. Kay got a look at a lanky male talking to the Innkeeper. Nuada let out another growl and Kay shook her head at him and he quieted.

"Why don't we visit Treasa?" She offered and Nuada thumped his tail in agreement. They made their way to the stables where Kay immediately noticed the new horses, she visited the Stables everyday and as a result she knew all the horses. She stopped a stable hand to ask who's they were. He told her they were from a caravan.

Kayliegh took this information in with interest, a caravan meant she might have a chance to join with them and travel. She liked to travel and being here in Zeltiva but she wanted to see more.

Kayliegh thought this over as she went to her Frostmarch Treasa. The mare nickered at her mistress and butted her head into Kay's chest with great affection.

This is Vani
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[Raccoon]

OOCSorry. I'm a late raccoon.

Raccoon shook hands and transferred coins for the arrangement, allowing himself a small room and the wagon owner a larger, more fine room from the payment. The horses were paid to be stabled, so Raccoon went out to make sure they were well taken care of before he returned to the wagon leader.

As he exited the somewhat stifling tavern, he breathed in the fresh air, trying to smell out any repeated scent markings. There were a few older ones, from traveler's companions who have come and gone. However, one of the consistent and fresher scents was a dog... a dog who as fortune would have it, was close at hand. Forcing his mind to ignore the scent, he moved boldly to the stable to finish stabling the horses with the stable boy there.

It wasn't until a fraction of a second before he entered the stable that he realized that the dog scent was coming from within. As he swung the corner and suddenly stopped, his eyes locating the dog towards the close end of the stables, not 5 ft from him. Raccoon looked wide eyed at the dog, frozen in indecision. His history with dogs had not always been a good one. To often they wanted to play or hunt, when he just wasn't in the mood. Then again, he would probably never be in the mood for the type of play that the dogs were thinking of.