09-05-2011, 11:38 AM
[html]+3. Hope you don't mind the slight pp at the end?
His feet were planted into the earth as he helped Shiloh take the only step she needed into the tub, as Bangle had brought it as close as possible to where she was sitting. "Yer welcome!" He chimed in, clear as a bell. It was all he could say, all he could do, to help the refugee. Questions swam in his mind as the young woman leaned on him for support, before finding the strength to enter the round tin tub. Instantly, he looked away when she climbed into the tub, knowing it was improper to look on someone who was bathing. Though the woman hadn't worn anything but the bandages wrapped around her body, it was a different sort of privacy being within the water.
With his head turned towards the rest of Thornbury, still standing, he waited patiently until she settled in. However, it seemed his questions would be delayed, just as the injured female asked him a common question. In response, his eyes bulged and his body stiffened, but he managed a free hand to fly and lay his palm flat on his forehead with a loud 'smack!', a gesture that told him he did not think that far ahead. "A'course, I shoula'-- be back!" And Bangle bolted, dreads flying behind him, back to Skye's house. It was common knowledge that when people bathed, they often used soap, and he knew his mate would not mind if he took a bar that she owned in order to help the woman. Before exiting, he strode into the bedroom and grabbed his lute where it rested atop a table, and came running back with his children now teasing the horses in the stables.
Orange eyes were kept lowered as he approached once more, handing her the bar of soap while he looked in another direction. As she took it from him, Bangle turned around and faced the house that Shiloh stayed in, and sat on the earth with lute in hand. Clearing his throat, his fingers moved over the strings lightly, beginning to play some kind of tune softly. The coywolf rocked back and forth steadily, as if uneasy with the questions he wanted answered, but knew it could not be rushed. Silently, the song from the lute began to play, but very softly so that he might hear any words Shiloh had to say to him.
His feet were planted into the earth as he helped Shiloh take the only step she needed into the tub, as Bangle had brought it as close as possible to where she was sitting. "Yer welcome!" He chimed in, clear as a bell. It was all he could say, all he could do, to help the refugee. Questions swam in his mind as the young woman leaned on him for support, before finding the strength to enter the round tin tub. Instantly, he looked away when she climbed into the tub, knowing it was improper to look on someone who was bathing. Though the woman hadn't worn anything but the bandages wrapped around her body, it was a different sort of privacy being within the water.
With his head turned towards the rest of Thornbury, still standing, he waited patiently until she settled in. However, it seemed his questions would be delayed, just as the injured female asked him a common question. In response, his eyes bulged and his body stiffened, but he managed a free hand to fly and lay his palm flat on his forehead with a loud 'smack!', a gesture that told him he did not think that far ahead. "A'course, I shoula'-- be back!" And Bangle bolted, dreads flying behind him, back to Skye's house. It was common knowledge that when people bathed, they often used soap, and he knew his mate would not mind if he took a bar that she owned in order to help the woman. Before exiting, he strode into the bedroom and grabbed his lute where it rested atop a table, and came running back with his children now teasing the horses in the stables.
Orange eyes were kept lowered as he approached once more, handing her the bar of soap while he looked in another direction. As she took it from him, Bangle turned around and faced the house that Shiloh stayed in, and sat on the earth with lute in hand. Clearing his throat, his fingers moved over the strings lightly, beginning to play some kind of tune softly. The coywolf rocked back and forth steadily, as if uneasy with the questions he wanted answered, but knew it could not be rushed. Silently, the song from the lute began to play, but very softly so that he might hear any words Shiloh had to say to him.