Hello new readers! Ranger meg here and this is my very first fanfic! Please be aware 'means thought' "means speech" *means an action* and that's about it! Enjoy!
I: meh, sounds long and boring.
Me: Shut up I.
Myself: I'm in agreement with I Just hurry up and do it already!
Meg: ok, ok calm down…. People might think I'm mad!
Me: They already do… you are talking to yourself you know...
Meg: shhhh they can't find out!
I: They?...
Meg: *attacks I*
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Walking Through the woods, Kayla looked around with caution. She didn't want to be seen. She couldn't be seen. After all, hunters were not the loudest of people and she was always taught to be as quite as possible. However, her plain, muddy white dress did next to nothing to help her blend into the shadows so she needed to tread carefully. When She was sure she was out of sight from anyone or animal she let out a long sigh. Slumping against the side of a nearby tree she let out three quick shrill whistles. After about 2 minutes a sleek deep brown horse bounded out of the woods with a small dog following. Carefully she walked towards them and mounted the horse after picking up the dog, which if looked upon closely was actually a wolf pup, and placing it on her lap. Checking again that nobody had seen or heard her she rode off towards the only place she knew as home. A crude small hut nestled into the woods off behind castle Redmont which was hand built in only few days. This meant that the shelter was not particularly waterproof and, with a storm brewing, was going to be troublesome to sleep in. 'I really need to fix that roof, like, now'. Dismounting her horse, she walked over to her shelter a slight frown on her face. 'I'm going to need a LOT of sticks to fix that… or I could sell my dinner for tonight and buy some cloth… hmmm'. walking back to her horse she picked up the wolf pup and carefully placed him onto the floor to which he scampered off and started gnawing on a nearby stick. 'guess that answers that question then'. Rummaging in the saddle bag of her horse she pulled out a knee length green tunic and a pair of leggings, swiftly and discreetly pulling them on she remounted her horse and rode into town leaving the pup sitting in her hut still gnawing on the stick it had found a few minutes before.
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Thanking the man again Kayla walked back to where she had left her horse to graze and smiled. "sorry Philly, but we really need to get moving". Begrudgingly the horse shook his head in an imitation of a nod and Kayla mounted after stuffing the long trail of brown fabric into the already overstuffed saddle bag and riding off back into the woods. Little did she know a certain figure in a mottled green and grey cloak was stood underneath a tree she passed watching intently as she rode passed then, carefully stalked back towards his home grumbling about how energetic young ones were.
Me: Noooooooo you can't end it there! Who is this mysterious person that does not sound a bit like a certain grumpy old ranger who's name can often be used as another word to replace stop! How dare you!
Meg: ummmm that was oddly specific…
I: it was sarcasm…
Meg: I knew that…
Myself: No you didn't.
Meg: YES I DID DON'T ARGUE WITH ME MYSELF I MOST DEFINATLY KNEW THAT HE WAS BEING SARCASTIC!
Me, Myself, I: