[ Not that he has anything against the supplies they've brought, especially now it's Alucard preparing them rather than Sypha, but it's getting to that point in winter where the anxieties about having enough food to last the season really start to dig their claws into Trevor, regardless of how well stocked they are. He's near starved a few too many times to let go of those worries. Practicality is easier than fussing over the magic, too, and he just keeps leading the horses forward even if his task is now complicated by the perfectly good trees filled with apples on each side of the road.
Thankfully, the road is better maintained here, as if used far more often, and the horses have an easier time of it. That magic is now behind them as well as ahead of them, driving them in both directions at once, and with the wagon attached to them and the road so clear, forward is the easiest way to go. It's a little way further - about a half hour of horse-bribing and island debate - before the home of the Trantoul family grows close enough to be seen properly.
Smoke still rises from the chimneys. Horses stamp their hooves in the stables. There is barking coming from somewhere. The home seems alive in every possible way, save for - at least at first glance - the complete absence of people. ]
Shit, that's some pretty competently-done magic bullshit.
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[ Not that he has anything against the supplies they've brought, especially now it's Alucard preparing them rather than Sypha, but it's getting to that point in winter where the anxieties about having enough food to last the season really start to dig their claws into Trevor, regardless of how well stocked they are. He's near starved a few too many times to let go of those worries. Practicality is easier than fussing over the magic, too, and he just keeps leading the horses forward even if his task is now complicated by the perfectly good trees filled with apples on each side of the road.
Thankfully, the road is better maintained here, as if used far more often, and the horses have an easier time of it. That magic is now behind them as well as ahead of them, driving them in both directions at once, and with the wagon attached to them and the road so clear, forward is the easiest way to go. It's a little way further - about a half hour of horse-bribing and island debate - before the home of the Trantoul family grows close enough to be seen properly.
Smoke still rises from the chimneys. Horses stamp their hooves in the stables. There is barking coming from somewhere. The home seems alive in every possible way, save for - at least at first glance - the complete absence of people. ]
Shit, that's some pretty competently-done magic bullshit.