I. [It doesn't matter whether it's an inn, a campsite, or even that house you bought with your hard-earned money. Somehow, a young girl has gotten inside your current residence. Really, it's quite the feat that she made it so far without being detected; in one hand, she's dragging a very large and heavy-looking sack, and... Are those bells hanging in her hair?
She isn't alone, either. Accompanying her is a Stantler, which unfortunately seems more interested in making itself at home than it is in listening to her commands. She looks close to tears at her predicament, leaning a shoulder against her animal companion and shoving it with all her might. It ignores her entirely, continuing to chew on a potted plant/window curtain/backpack strap that it apparently finds particularly delicious.]
M-Mr. Reindeer, please... We have to go!
II. [Alternately, you might find her on the road somewhere—though you're far more likely to notice Mr. Reindeer first. Finally, it's carrying her away to a new location as her trusty steed... And apparently much more quickly than she had anticipated, what with the way she's clinging to its neck for deer dear life.]
Mr. Reindeer, please slow down—!
[...Nope, it doesn't seem to be listening to that order, either. You might want to get out of the way, since it's set to charge through anything—and anyone—in its path.]
Santa Lily | Fate/Grand Order
[It doesn't matter whether it's an inn, a campsite, or even that house you bought with your hard-earned money. Somehow, a young girl has gotten inside your current residence. Really, it's quite the feat that she made it so far without being detected; in one hand, she's dragging a very large and heavy-looking sack, and... Are those bells hanging in her hair?
She isn't alone, either. Accompanying her is a Stantler, which unfortunately seems more interested in making itself at home than it is in listening to her commands. She looks close to tears at her predicament, leaning a shoulder against her animal companion and shoving it with all her might. It ignores her entirely, continuing to chew on a potted plant/window curtain/backpack strap that it apparently finds particularly delicious.]
M-Mr. Reindeer, please... We have to go!
II.
[Alternately, you might find her on the road somewhere—though you're far more likely to notice Mr. Reindeer first. Finally, it's carrying her away to a new location as her trusty steed... And apparently much more quickly than she had anticipated, what with the way she's clinging to its neck for
deerdear life.]Mr. Reindeer, please slow down—!
[...Nope, it doesn't seem to be listening to that order, either. You might want to get out of the way, since it's set to charge through anything—and anyone—in its path.]