[ Reynir laughs at that happy drawn-out bleat; if the laugh comes out a little bit shaky, at least no one is going to know except the sheep. He blinks his eyes rapidly against the sudden heat of un-shed tears, surprised at the intensity of the feeling. The full moon is doing its part, no doubt, making what would otherwise only be a small pang of homesickness into something deeper.
It isn't even that he wishes he could go back to his village, exactly. He'd already made the decision that he was going to make his life elsewhere, even before he was brought to this world. But there's still a half-happy, half-melancholy ache in his chest as he lets the sheep guide his hands to the right spot.
Whoever owns this sheep, they're clearly taking good care of. Its eyes are clear and it is energetic, clean, walking well. Reynir looks around, but he doesn't see anybody who seems to be searching for a lost sheep. After a few minutes of very thorough scritches, however, he gets to his feet, taking a few steps, then hesitating. Maybe the sheep would follow him, but it's better to be safe than sorry, isn't it? They do have a tendency of wandering off.
So he bends down and in a practiced movement, scoops the sheep up, holding it tightly to his side and heading towards a part of the party where there are more people, and someone might know where this little fella belongs. ]
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It isn't even that he wishes he could go back to his village, exactly. He'd already made the decision that he was going to make his life elsewhere, even before he was brought to this world. But there's still a half-happy, half-melancholy ache in his chest as he lets the sheep guide his hands to the right spot.
Whoever owns this sheep, they're clearly taking good care of. Its eyes are clear and it is energetic, clean, walking well. Reynir looks around, but he doesn't see anybody who seems to be searching for a lost sheep. After a few minutes of very thorough scritches, however, he gets to his feet, taking a few steps, then hesitating. Maybe the sheep would follow him, but it's better to be safe than sorry, isn't it? They do have a tendency of wandering off.
So he bends down and in a practiced movement, scoops the sheep up, holding it tightly to his side and heading towards a part of the party where there are more people, and someone might know where this little fella belongs. ]