04-23-2021, 05:57 AM
JASPER KINSELLA ⚜ SEER OF HOH ⚜ LORD OF HOUSE KINSELLA ⚜ FAERY HOUND
Sharp the air that surrounded the dew-clad figure, breath rushing out in small fogs of chilled breath. Paws pressed gently upon the path he trod upon, eyes wide open, lantern held within his jaws. Gaze cutting to the lamp-post in front of his residence, the male would detach the metal rod from the side of the lamp-post, hooking it gently in his paws before setting down his lantern and taking the long rod down with his jaws. Fixed to the end of the rod was a long candle, held sideways, the wick burnt. Lowering it to himself, he opened the door of his little lantern.
Letting the candles within his lantern light the long wick with a few sparks from the moisture upon the foreign candle. Once it had been lit, he carefully moved the rod before tipping his head with rod in mouth, leaning on his forepaws against the lamp-post, newly lit candle joining its sheltered brethren far above in the bowl of wax and wicks. There, the wicks caught the fuse given by their brother before the giving candle was removed and brought to the ground to be blown out behind a sheltered paw. Confirming the candle as out, he slipped the rod back into it's home, closing his lantern and picking it up once more.
Jasper was used to the early mornings, well, late nights, really. He was usually awake before even the bakers, too restless to sleep at night. Looking back to his own home, he would give an easy exhale before walking around to the side of his home, to get the well pumping. He was lucky to have a well of his own so close to home - it certainly helped him look after his patients and if there was something wrong with the main wells, his could serve as a backup. Setting down his lantern upon his doorstep, he retrieved the bucket before splashing the water onto the small herb and flower garden surrounding the outer perimeter of his home. Giving a soft smile, he would greet his plants, "Good morning, little sprouts. I know it's too early for you to show your pretty faces, but I'll give you your drink now.", he was used to being alone in the mornings, it was one of the few joys he reveled in. The morning was his time - something he could rule alone and without care. Perhsps he should see if any other plants on his plot needed some water?
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