Sharon
Shaye Hallenshire
Witherlands Roadside

Shaye briefly listened in on the conversation happening to the other side of her, refreshed by the Man's kindness; it was something she rarely witnessed in a place so cold. Most people would have yelled at her just for coming anywhere near their wagon. Yet here this chef was, seeming pleased at the prospect of offering them a warm meal.Were she a more suspicious person, she may have doubted his sincerity, but truthfully, she was too grateful to be so wary.

Returning her full attention to Maren, she nodded, her eyes sparkling slightly at the mention of her work. "Exactly! A very large map." 
The towering woman spoke softly but the was an undercurrent of excitement, indicating how passionate she was about the subject. However, she couldn't help the apparent blush that flooded to her cheeks at the child's words. *Am I that obvious?* 
She cleared her throat and gave the girl a small, appreciative smile, "Thank you."
Steven
Noma de Cuisinaire
Wagons are cool

Bertram almost retorted, sending him a long low moo that almost resonated sass, for an ox that is.

"No you big oaf, you've already had your dinner. Don't think you can sweet talk me into another bale." Noma was nearly climbing over the back of his chair to talk to the beast. It only called out in response.

"You're fat Bertram, you don't need scraps or anything else!" Another moo.

"Okay, fine. *One* Carrot after dinner. But you have to finish your bale."

Was Noma insane? The cow responded but he seemed to make up the responses at a whim.
Stephen
Maren Tockett
Witherlands Roadside

Maren shuffled over to the big Ox and stared up at it with watery eyes. Such a funny guy! She giggled a little more as she reached up as far as she could and touched her fingers to his velvety nose while he seemed to have a chat with Noma.

After hearing that he could have a Carrot, she felt a hand of excitement. She turned around and shuffled over to the happy chef, unphased by the way he spoke to the beast. "Mister No... Noma... Can I feed Mister B... Bertram the carrot?" She asked with a small voice. Odd request, but her excitement was apparent as she clasped her hands together in a pleading fashion. "I like Ber... Bertram!" She said assuredly, nodding with her icy eyebrows and runny nose.
Sharon
Shaye Hallenshire
Witherlands Roadside

Glancing over at the Ox, Shaye felt a small twinge of relief- she was always so much better with animals. Perhaps because they didn't require her to vocalize things, something she was obviously bad at. Watching the creature, she felt a small yawn pass her lips, suddenly feeling the effects of the warm food in her system. 

She glanced over at the other woman sleeping by the fire; *Perhaps it wouldn't hurt too much to take a little nap..* 
Another yawn sounded and she felt her eyes struggle to stay open. She shouldn't sleep quite yet, especially in such an unfamiliar place.. However, her body disagreed and she felt herself slowly fall into the warm embrace of rest. *Just for a few minutes..*