When the Dead Know Your Name: Chapter Six - Part Two || Allerdale Hall AU
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Clint hurried back in from outside, stomping his boots a bit to kick free a crust of snow and ice before he stepped into the kitchen. The air was that he pulled into his lungs warm and sharp compared to the cold outside. It was blustery and the shift in the wind had Clint's hackles up a bit. Another storm was coming in. He'd bet his midwestern soul on it. He could feel it.
Clint didn't have long, he made quick way into the warmth of the kitchen. More and more it felt like it was the onky place that could get any kind of warmth in the manor as they sank deeper and deeper into winter. He couldn't keep Aries out waiting for long hitched up to the wagon. Even wrapped up in his blanket between the traces and under the harness. It wasn't fair to his old joints, to which Clint absolutely sympathized.
"Thomas? Did you decide if you want to come along?" Clint called as he stepped into the kitchen.
It didn't promise to be an eventful trip into town despite the itch of a closing storm. Clint meant to go into town to drop off some promised venison to a couple of the townsfolk. Pick up the mail and some feed. Possibly find some barter and trade to do with the unpromised haunch of meat Clint had after he'd stocked their own larder and divided off the spoken for meat.
Typically Clint made the run himself in a day. Out in the morn and back by sundown. But when he'd mentioned his plan to make the run Thomas had wondered aloud about joining him.
Clint had tried not to seem to eager to get Thomas to go along. To get him away from the manor, even just for a day. Get fresh air into his lungs and clear his head. If just for a day. So he had tried to play non-chalance but had gently nudged for Thomas to come along.
It was now or never. Aries couldn't be kept waiting.