<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/Honeycropped.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Honey, Faun Druid</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078073)</span><br/><hr/>Rousing Barkstripe had been the tricky part. The badger was, by nature grouchy, and when surprised awake, he could even be unpleasant towards Honey. So it was with the gentle cajoling of a plate of roast pork and some light ear-scritching that got the badger roused. From there, it was simple enough for Honey to work the charms around the animal's ankles and hocks; thin gloves protected her hands from the iron of the horseshoes that made up the centerpiece of the odd bracer-like trinkets. She wasn't too sure it would work, but the smith swore it had been done before... .and she had readily agreed and thrown gold at the man just to get out of that metal-stinking furnace.<br/><br/><strong>"Easy there, Barky,"</strong>she coos to the animal as she takes a fistfull of the creature's thick, coarse pelt, and hauls herself onto his back.<strong>"You might be surprised if it works, so, let's just go..."</strong>she tosses a chunk of meat ahead of the badger<strong>"there - <em>waugh-ah-hahaha!"</em></strong>She yelps and laughs as the badger rockets forward, pouncing the meat like a tiger. Honey goes flying from his back at the sudden stop, going bare ass over horns on the grass of the park they were in. She lay there for a moment, breathless, snickering at her own foolishness, before a massive shadow loomed over her, followed by wet, pork-scented badger slobber.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And so, early the next morning, giant badger and druid trotted towards the appointed gathering spot. The animal's fur was spangled with dew, and a simple harness around his shoulders carried Honey's pack and other belongings - apparently sparse. Obviously the fey druid lived light. The spidersilk non-clothing she had been wearing in the city was replaced by something much more practical, a tunic of white deer hide, fur intact, woven bark forming sleeves and a skirt. Draped over her shoulders was a shawl, little more than a knotted skein of raw wool, studded with carefully-placed leaves, seeds, and tokens, secured by a small piece of holly, red berries resting at the top of her chest. of course, the feathery cloak was still draped over her back, and a glint of silver hinted at the sickle she kept at her side.<br/><br/>She flashed a smile to the assemblage, rocking a bit as her 'mount' stops.<strong>"Sorry I'm late! Barkstripe... took his time."</strong>she buries her hand into the animal's fur, seeking skin to scratch.<strong>"Don't have any worry marquis; Even if we do run into trouble, I think we have a capable bunch."</strong>She does some fast thinking. Three days on the road, through forest and mountain. A bright smile blossoms on her face, and she sits straight up on her badger, still rocking a bit while the animal paws into the dirt.<strong>"I look forward to seeing the lay of this kingdom, lady Elspeth."</strong><br/><br/>Another quick glance around, and her eyes fall on Viscariot.<strong>"Oh! Oh, you shouldn't let him eat all that cheese. it's not really good for them, mice, I mean... Uhm. You... you might want to wear a cloth or something if you're going to keep him on your shoulder now..." </strong>