Except he wasn't. Neither was Branwen. It's hard to tell who's happier to see Ceiling Boy come over to help out.
Kieran stirs and looks up at Peter, blinking a couple of times while he processes the actual words coming from his friend's mouth.
"Oh? Okay... that sounds nice. Is it gonna be a real bed? I haven't slept in one of those for..."
His lips press into a line as he thinks back to when he's even had a chance to get a full night's rest.
"...a real long time."
On that note, Kieran slowly lifts himself from Branwen's saddle. The tiny horse snorts and shakes his body from head to tail, but otherwise doesn't move while Kieran uses the saddle horn to keep himself steady. Branwen can handle the weight as long as Kieran doesn't throw his entire body on his tiny back.
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Except he wasn't. Neither was Branwen. It's hard to tell who's happier to see Ceiling Boy come over to help out.
Kieran stirs and looks up at Peter, blinking a couple of times while he processes the actual words coming from his friend's mouth.
"Oh? Okay... that sounds nice. Is it gonna be a real bed? I haven't slept in one of those for..."
His lips press into a line as he thinks back to when he's even had a chance to get a full night's rest.
"...a real long time."
On that note, Kieran slowly lifts himself from Branwen's saddle. The tiny horse snorts and shakes his body from head to tail, but otherwise doesn't move while Kieran uses the saddle horn to keep himself steady. Branwen can handle the weight as long as Kieran doesn't throw his entire body on his tiny back.