Dragon Hunter

I'll stay with you

Roman and Patton got the ladder out of the stable and leaned it against the house, making sure that it stood securely.

"Is it bad that this is starting to become routine?" Roman asked jokingly as he began climbing up.

"Probably," Patton giggled in return.

Up on the roof the wind was slightly stronger and Roman had to push a few strands of hair out of his face.

From here he had the perfect view over the valley. Green fields with a few people working on them, old houses that he had known all his live and the two roads leading away from the village.
The sun shone, warmed his skin comfortably and a contend smile spread over his face.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Patton stood up next to him and let his hand slip into Roman's.

"Yeah, it is."

Patton leaned his head against Roman's shoulder and for a while they just stood there, looking out over their home, content with the world and eachother.

A cloud moved infront of the sun casting a shadow over them and Roman looked up.

"How about we get that roof done?" he suggested and pressed a kiss into Patton's hair.

"Hm, fine," the other hummed and pulled back from the embrace. "The damage is over there. I'll show you."

Roman followed Patton over to where two uneven holes decorated the roof.
They weren't very big and about a meter apart.

"It's better than last time," Roman noted inspecting the holes. "We should be able to fix this in just a few hours."

Patton nodded eagerly and they got to work.

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After they had fixed the roof Patton began working on a pie. Roman helped out a bit by washing and cutting the apples before he left.
He wasn't good at baking and it would be a shame to ruin Patton's wonderful apple pie.

So instead he sauntered through the village towards Madam Gorinal's farm.
He didn't want to disturb Logan at school and even if the old Madam had threatened to commit arson if someone other than Virgil took care of her foal he doubted she would object if he helped out a little bit.

The stables were painted in a nice dark brown with thin lighter stipes around the doors, windows and by the corners.

Roman careful pushed one of the doors open and was met with an excited goose running at him. He quickly closed the door behind himself so that it wouldn't get out.

"Theodore! Get your feathery ass back here!" Madam Gorinal's voice cut through the air and the goose - Theodore - turned and headed back to where it came from.

Madam Gorinal didn't look like a farmer. She looked like one of those fortune tellers that travel with normads and give criptic prophecies. She sometimes told the children that she had used to be one but Roman was pretty sure that that wasn't true.

"Roman! Good to see you again, kid!" she spread her arms and Roman had to bend down to hug her. Somehow she managed to smell like roses even after working in the stables since morning. "Your boyfriend is trying to convince Bisky to stand up again."

"Is Bisky the new foal?" Roman asked as he was ushered to the back of the building.

"She's going to be a lady some day," Madam Gorinal told him proudly. "I can tell."

Roman chuckled at that.

They reached the small area reserved for newborn animals and their mothers.