Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-26414442-20130720090554

Airmid quickly shot a glance at her watch... wait, they were half an hour past the time the tour should end. How did they take such a long time? Maybe she calculated the time wrong again.

Then, came the sound of bleating. "Huh?" she had her back to the window, and turned around, barely avoiding a head collison with the frame above. "Oo, that was a close one..." she murmured, before casting her glaze at the window.

"Is that a goat?" Stupid question, Airmid. That was obviously a goat. "What's a goat doing out there in the lawn?" Maybe it ate through its harness or desired freedom?