Next to take the field was the youngest of house Gerlin, a blood-red banner floating above the knight and his traditional family mount—a beast feared first for its impervious armor, and second for the speed at which cabbages disappeared in its presence.
So, uh, this is concept art for a remake of a Japanese movie about a pale creepy child that stares creepily at people from things like, er, mirrors and dark doorways and breakfast cereal while brandishing sporting goods. And then all the people watch a video and die and stuff.
Chief among the pastimes of that community was the surreptitious acquisition of a father’s hot air balloon, whether by a secret night outing or a cleverly placed diversion of viking look-alikes in a neighbor’s ferret pen.
The balloons allowed a level of freedom hitherto unknown to these country children, who might otherwise have never ventured beyond the borders of their respective family estates. As it was, however, the surrounding settlements became quite accustomed to the periodic discovery of distraught livestock perched atop trees, barns, and commonly Mrs. Henett’s outhouse.