Post by Bo Locke on Dec 15, 2019 22:58:04 GMT
Once again, Bo ran into lady luck wandering around the streets of Lilycove. This time she was a squatty, round man with a wide-brimmed hat and a beet-red face. Not that she went around listening in on everyone else’s conversations but when she needed work and the words “do you know anyone who could help with...” came tumbling out in the middle of a friendly conversation between the squatty man and the poke-mart cashier, Bo wasn’t going to lose out just because it was impolite to listen in on a conversation being had right in front of her.
The little man didn’t seem to mind anyway. He said he was glad to wrangle up anyone who would help him move his flock.
So now Bo stood, leaning against her sturdy Mudsdale along side a sea of wool. She popped a piece of her snack bar in her mouth and gave Burke a pat on the neck. ”Here bud.” She broke off a piece of the snack bar and passed it under his muzzle. The mudsdale scarfed down the snack bar. A loud, flat squawk drew her attention to her murkrow, who came swooping down and perched on the mudsdale’s back. ”Alright, alright,” she said in response to the murkrow as he continued to squawk and shuffle his wings at her.
”Calm down, I’m gunna share.” She fumbled with the snack, trying to pry another piece off the sticky clumped up bar. ”Shouldn’t be too much longer. I think we’re just waiting on one more person.” she grumbled, finally cranking off a piece and holding it out for Bellamy.
Realizing she couldn't see her magnemite any more, she gave a sharp whistle while the murkrow gently pecked at her flat palm. ”Barr, where’d you go?” The flock of wooloo and mareep stirred in response to her call. Somewhere in the distance, between the disturbed bleats she could hear the faintest, metallic call of her magnemite.