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10/2/2025, 9:52:40 PM
No.42623784
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> Saule didn't waste time and simply yanked the flap upward. "[Get out!]" she commanded briskly.
> The hunter did so, although not as quickly as he'd have jumped for his mother, or perhaps even for Salki. Saule didn't seem to notice as she pushed Thistle forward.
> "[What is going on?]" he asked.
> "[This one,]" saule said and slapped her palm on Thistle's rump, making the mare jump in surprise, "[stole from you. I want you to punish her!]"
> Willow gaped at the mare, then switched his stare to the woman. "[She what? No she didn't! Thistle was nowhere near my tent in many days!]"
> "[Not from your tent,]" Saule clarified. "[She stole from Janus and took the knife Janus had made for you. You paid for it already, yes?]"
> Still bewildered, Willow gave a short nod as he stared at the captive. "[Why would Thistle steal a knife?]"
> Rather than explaining, Salue gave Thistle's ribs a sharp kick. The message was clear, and the mare took a deep breath.
"[I- um, wanted it to- to trade for b-beer.]"
> She hadn't meant to act that meek, but the kick had really hurt and the embarrassment of even this pretend crime made her stare at her own hooves, ears splayed, and voice trembling.
> Willow began to laugh. Both females looked at him in shock as he waved his hand. "[This is too funny,]" he explained. "[The pony stole a knife and used it to get drunk. Ha ha ha!]"
> He crouched down and leaned closer to her. "[Was the beer good? Did you like getting drunk? Does your head hurt today?]"
> She didn't like his tone and glared daggers at him, but it only made the man chuckle some more.
> "[Answer!]" Saule hissed.
"[Yes. To all of it,]" Thistle growled through her teeth.
> To her utmost shock, Willow reached out and ruffled her mane. "[This is funny. I'm not going to beat her, Saule. You'll pay me back for my knife, won't you?]" That last was directed at Thistle.
> Shock, surprise, and relief made her unable to talk for a few seconds, until she shook her head and cleared her throat.
"[I will pay back Janus. He will make you another knife.]"
> "[Then that is settled. Go on now, I'm going back to sleep.]"
> It wasn't going down well with Saule. "[That's it?]" she demanded. "[This slave insults you by stealing from you, and you say it's fine? No, you *will* punish her, or I will do it myself!]"
> Thistle caught Willow's gaze and winced at him, flattening her ears as far as they would go.
> The man rolled his eyes, then sighed. "[Fine. Bring her here in the evening and I'll punish her. You're not going to watch, though.]"
> "[What?!]"
> "[This is between me and Thistle, right?]" Willow asked. At Saule's nod, he went on: "[So will the punishment. Don't worry, she won't get off lightly, and you'll be able to see how red her ass will be after, but you're not going to watch.]"
> Saule didn't waste time and simply yanked the flap upward. "[Get out!]" she commanded briskly.
> The hunter did so, although not as quickly as he'd have jumped for his mother, or perhaps even for Salki. Saule didn't seem to notice as she pushed Thistle forward.
> "[What is going on?]" he asked.
> "[This one,]" saule said and slapped her palm on Thistle's rump, making the mare jump in surprise, "[stole from you. I want you to punish her!]"
> Willow gaped at the mare, then switched his stare to the woman. "[She what? No she didn't! Thistle was nowhere near my tent in many days!]"
> "[Not from your tent,]" Saule clarified. "[She stole from Janus and took the knife Janus had made for you. You paid for it already, yes?]"
> Still bewildered, Willow gave a short nod as he stared at the captive. "[Why would Thistle steal a knife?]"
> Rather than explaining, Salue gave Thistle's ribs a sharp kick. The message was clear, and the mare took a deep breath.
"[I- um, wanted it to- to trade for b-beer.]"
> She hadn't meant to act that meek, but the kick had really hurt and the embarrassment of even this pretend crime made her stare at her own hooves, ears splayed, and voice trembling.
> Willow began to laugh. Both females looked at him in shock as he waved his hand. "[This is too funny,]" he explained. "[The pony stole a knife and used it to get drunk. Ha ha ha!]"
> He crouched down and leaned closer to her. "[Was the beer good? Did you like getting drunk? Does your head hurt today?]"
> She didn't like his tone and glared daggers at him, but it only made the man chuckle some more.
> "[Answer!]" Saule hissed.
"[Yes. To all of it,]" Thistle growled through her teeth.
> To her utmost shock, Willow reached out and ruffled her mane. "[This is funny. I'm not going to beat her, Saule. You'll pay me back for my knife, won't you?]" That last was directed at Thistle.
> Shock, surprise, and relief made her unable to talk for a few seconds, until she shook her head and cleared her throat.
"[I will pay back Janus. He will make you another knife.]"
> "[Then that is settled. Go on now, I'm going back to sleep.]"
> It wasn't going down well with Saule. "[That's it?]" she demanded. "[This slave insults you by stealing from you, and you say it's fine? No, you *will* punish her, or I will do it myself!]"
> Thistle caught Willow's gaze and winced at him, flattening her ears as far as they would go.
> The man rolled his eyes, then sighed. "[Fine. Bring her here in the evening and I'll punish her. You're not going to watch, though.]"
> "[What?!]"
> "[This is between me and Thistle, right?]" Willow asked. At Saule's nod, he went on: "[So will the punishment. Don't worry, she won't get off lightly, and you'll be able to see how red her ass will be after, but you're not going to watch.]"