Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190902153930

The sheep bleated and came nuzzling through Mozu's legs on the hunt for the grass between her feet.

Helian chuckled.

"Looks like she likes you."

Just as people were starting to think that perhaps those present were 'it' the sound of more sheep came from the north. Out of the woods came about five more sheep and an old man, walking with a long stick, a crook actually. He wore a vaguely cream colored imperial toga of incredibly simple cut down to the knees, a large brimmed sunhat made of straw. And simple leather sandals that wrapped up his feet well.

The shepherd said nothing to the strangers standing around, letting himself be carried into weaver's glade by the animals.