[It shouldn't be this hard to get up. Right? She was strong, mountain breed draft stock by blood if not by birth, and she... was still on the floor, one foreleg stretched out and the other folded under her, back legs slightly akimbo, rear in the air, covered by a large piece of cloth arranged almost like a skirt.
The apples, she should-]
Ah-
[But then there's someone else there, and she looks up with a somewhat glazed expression, silent for a moment before she breaks out into a dazed, sheepish smile as she tries to reach for some of the fruit on the floor, fumbling slightly.]
no subject
The apples, she should-]
Ah-
[But then there's someone else there, and she looks up with a somewhat glazed expression, silent for a moment before she breaks out into a dazed, sheepish smile as she tries to reach for some of the fruit on the floor, fumbling slightly.]
Sorry. I made a mess.
[Priorities.]