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The next day found her yet again out in the field: this time she had a variety of bribes as well as a rope. How she’d lasso it she didn’t know but she was going to try!

But first: she poked a farm hand and proffered the rope. “Can ye teach me to make a lasso and how to se it?” She asked hopefully, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

She hid a grin as the older man smiled and took it; “Of course Ah can sweetling!” Men are such suckers for the big eyes, she thought to herself. Nice people are at least!

With that under her belt, she marched out to the field where the Hastar was already awake and munching on the grass. I’ll try the lasso once it gets tired hse thought. If I do it when it’s awake and active, the rope will just get ripped out of my hands! So she approached, talking to it sweetly and calmly with a sugar cube I her hand. He’d seen Fillarin feeding some sugar to the other Hastars and figured it’d be worth a try.

But it merely sighed and moved away from her. Pouting slightly, she popped the sugar cube into her own mouth and munched on it. Why was it animals were more immune to sweet-talking than people? Maybe if I could speak their language! But that was a spell that she didn’t have. Or didn’t know if it even existed! I’d use it, that way the animals would know why I’m trying to get them to do stuff!

That afternoon she chased the Hastar around, wearing it, and herself, out until it was early afternoon. Then she went and got her lasso. Time to try this out! She thought as she leaned down to pick it up.
She wasn’t looking behind her and hadn’t noticed the Hastar following her. It snuck up and pushed her over as she bent down to pick the rope up.
Squeaking in shock, Sueno sprawled on the ground before rolling over and glaring at the Hastar as it pranced away, mocking her.

“Oh, it is so on.” She muttered. The next few hours she chased it around, futilely using the lasso to try and snag it. The bribes lay forgotten, this hastar had declared war!

That night she fell asleep on the ride back to her farm: too tired out to do more than dream up plots and plans to catch that darned hastar. As she was falling asleep, she realized she hadn’t felt sad all day: in fact she hadn’t thought of her brother at all! Which was… a relief. The next morning she woke up with that in her mind. She sighed and shook her head. Dy dyn wouldn’t be happy if he knew I was acting like this, she thought. Time to move one. Yes he lost his arm because of me: but he lost it to save me... so.. I think it was an okay loss? Bad that it happened, but I think he’d rather loss the arm than me, which is why he did that in the first place right?

She nodded; yes. She’d live and be happy: for her brother. Show him she wasn’t wasting the life he saved.


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