[ The careful two, three steps he takes back from Dinah when she begins to call the others is deliberate, not overly fearful. It would be a lie to claim his heart isn't going faster, however, and his stomach tight, or that he has to struggle to control his breathing. In and out, measured, fingers curling around his bundles of feathers to lessen any obvious trembling.
Brandon's gaze moves from Dinah to the others who have filed out, meeting the eyes of any who stare at him, and lingering last on the small girl before his attention is called away. He gives Dinah a swift nod, and just like that, whatever spell brought the deer to grounds they would never have strayed within twenty miles of on their own is gone: there's a small explosion of suddenly accelerating deer, dirt and leaves kicking up beneath their hooves as they take to mad flight, barely able to stick together in their panic.
He hopes they all go, for even the scrawniest of them is clearly a menace. Haran may wish him only still alive, and not necessarily unhurt, or any number of other potential unpleasant things. ]
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Brandon's gaze moves from Dinah to the others who have filed out, meeting the eyes of any who stare at him, and lingering last on the small girl before his attention is called away. He gives Dinah a swift nod, and just like that, whatever spell brought the deer to grounds they would never have strayed within twenty miles of on their own is gone: there's a small explosion of suddenly accelerating deer, dirt and leaves kicking up beneath their hooves as they take to mad flight, barely able to stick together in their panic.
He hopes they all go, for even the scrawniest of them is clearly a menace. Haran may wish him only still alive, and not necessarily unhurt, or any number of other potential unpleasant things. ]