Morning eventually dawns, and Rowan emerges from her room, hair back in a braid and boots on, ready for work. She nods to him in greeting before heading to the fridge and grabbing some eggs, tossing them in a pan and beginning to cook breakfast.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
The smell of the eggs cooking reached his nose, and he instinctively paled. This was something that he hadn't taken into account. He had wanted to avoid the indigestion that accompanied putting human food into his essence, but it appeared that there was no way out of this one. It wouldn't be the first time he pretended to enjoy a meal. Rowan was kind enough to let him stay in her house. Acting ungrateful for food she didn't need to give was something he couldn't do.
"It smells good," he said, looking over her shoulder at the sizzling eggs.
"The pan can only fit two, if you want some there's a second one under the cupboard," she answers. "Or you can skip breakfast, but I wouldn't suggest it." She flips them and tosses some bread in the toaster.
Spoiler
Rowan is such a good host...xD
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
And now, of course, he was faced with a choice. He could either go against Rowan's advice and "skip" a breakfast he should have needed, or bring about his own torture. A quiet sigh left his lips. There was no way out of this, was there? He retrieved the other pan from the cupboard. Sometimes he hated how concerned he was with appearing human.
Lmao because if Rowan found out he wasn't human she'd probably just shrug it off, considering the crazy things in this town and the fact she's a werewolf lol
She tosses her own breakfast onto a plate and pours some milk, wolfing it down.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
I think that's one of my favorite things about this roleplay. He's so used to being the strange one that he doesn't even think that he might not be the only non-human here. I can't wait to write his reaction when he finds out otherwise.
His breakfast was far from edible, but he easily played the part. This was nothing new. He ate it as quickly as he could - not out of enjoyment, but out of a necessity to finish it. "I'm ready to work now," he said with a smile. At least he would be able to see the animals now!
She tosses food to the dogs and then throws him a pair of work gloves. "For the fence later," she explains, pulling on her boots and heading outside, expecting him to follow.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Leave gates the way you found them, don't touch animals unless you ask first, and do follow instructions very carefully."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He nodded. "Alright." Those rules were easy enough to follow, and it wasn't his first time dealing with animals like this. He had spent many "lifetimes" on various farms. Before the industrial revolution, it was one of the few jobs someone not from a wealthy family could have.
They start with the chickens, switching out water and tossing grain out to them, then collecting eggs.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Are we writing a roleplay or describing my morning chores?
The chickens were cute. It had been awhile since he had seen birds like them, and he was happy to collect their eggs. Some of them still felt warm - they probably had just laid them. He smiled at the thought.
"When we get back we'll be candling those and throwing some in the fridge and some in the incubator," she tells him, grabbing a rooster.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
We do! Shey and I take care of them on the weekends and on school nights. We don't live on a farm but we have a coop in our backyard. We also don't have any roosters.
He nodded. "Do you sell any of them, or do you keep them for yourself?"
You know, I think I actually vaguely remember him whining about how he doesn't like the chickens
"I just keep them," she answers. "If I have more eggs or roosters than usual I'll give them out for Christmas or whatever."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Be happy, my friend; and if you obey me in this one request, remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to interrupt my tranquility. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
