Player Plot: My Father's Eyes

[aceso]

WHO: Christine Delacroix, Korrin Ataash, Sam Gareth, James Norrington (+ NPC Templars), Bruce Banner, Ingrid Kief, Aleron Darton, Church
WHAT: The group is off to stop Red Templars and visit the Empress's soldiers.
WHEN: IC it's August 30 for the main event, add a few days of padding for travel time to and from.
WHERE: southeast Orlais, not many days out from Skyhold at a front in the War of the Lions
NOTES: Violence and mention of injuries. OOC post is here for reference.

Starters in comments below!

Comments

[el_tybs]

"It's really not that terribly hard. Figuring how to keep balance and breath is the most you'll need to do. And dealing with any sores if you aren't used to it." It might be just a tad easier since Christine has at least been on a horse even if she hasn't controlled it.

"I was going to say Wyvern meal, but getting shot by a hunter would suck as well. Haven't heard of many eating Hart though."

[aceso]

"Perhaps not on purpose, but think of some poor, starving hunter and how desperate they would be. Then you would look tasty." Really, she's just poking at him because she can, and because it's a good distraction.

[el_tybs]

There really doesn't look like many hunters would be in this area, but the point was to get Christine's thoughts off of things rather then bring them up. But that did bring up a curious idea.

"Well... guess the joke would be on them. I'm pretty sure I'd turn back into a man at some point." Willing or otherwise.

[aceso]

Christine gives a hint of a smile and nods.

"And of course, you would have to apologize profusely for taking away their dinner, yes? How rude of you to turn back into a man!"

[el_tybs]

"Perhaps they like... men..." He's not sure where he was going with it, but that certainly sounded like he was talking about something else. Little late to change that though.

[aceso]

Christine merely lifts a brow, then reaches down from the horse to pat Sam on the shoulder.

"Well if they like you, then it is win-win for the both of you, no?" Yes, Sam, she is suggesting you could luck out and get caught by a hungry hunter and satisfy his hunger in different ways.

Insert eyebrow wriggle here.

[el_tybs]

As soon as he sees that eyebrow raise, Sam knows this conversation is going to go in that direction. At the pat on his shoulder and hearing that Christine was going there, he gives a sigh and raises a brow in return. "Sure win-win, if you could probably get past the whole 'I just shot you and there's an arrow sticking out of you' part."

[aceso]

"Pah! You are a healer. Just pull out the arrow and close up the wound. You will be fine." The smirk on her lips suggests that she's enjoying herself, which should make Sam feel very good about himself and his ability to turn her frown upside down.

"But I suppose it is easier to just stay as you are and not go galloping off into the unknown."

[el_tybs]

Great advice, Christine; just heal it and maybe make out with someone who shot you. "If someone was going to stick something in me I'd at least expect dinner first." He has principles, Christine.

"Yeah, I would say it's smarter to not go running off and getting myself in trouble." Last thing that anyone needed was to come save him.

[aceso]

Clearly, it would be the greatest love story ever told. All relationships should go through this trial by arrow.

"A little difficult when he was expecting you to be dinner, but I am sure you could make do."

Her gaze shifts to look out ahead of them. The landscape shows the signs of war, and she nods firmly.

"Not in this place. It is far from safe."

[el_tybs]

Sounds like you had a little Avvar rub off on you, Christine.

There was certainly something he could say to what Christine had said, but Sam thinks better of it, biting his tongue as his eyes slowly move to look at the person directing the horse. Probably better that he doesn't and give the poor person a break.

"Right. I can always stretch my legs on the way back, or around Skyhold." A pause. "And hope that someone there doesn't shoot me"

[aceso]

She had a little Avvar rub... never mind.

Christine is incredibly grateful to unnamed horse director. She's tried to be a good passenger, but this conversation must have them perplexed. They don't know this is standard behavior for Christine and Sam to trade these ridiculous little comments.

"That would be a terrible way to go. What would I say to your poor aunt, hmm? 'A member of the Inquisition simply could not help themselves and shot at a wild hart that was roaming the grounds outside Skyhold. Unfortunately, that hart was your nephew.'"

[el_tybs]

He's sure Asher would argue it was anything but little.

They probably think the two of them were a bickering couple or something.

"If you're really going to tell my aunt that you might have to explain what you mean by 'that hart was your nephew'. You would be leaving her both heartbroken and extremely confused." His poor aunt.

[aceso]

He would, which is why Christine would rile him up in the first place. Or... would have riled him up, if he was still alive.

"Oh? You have not told your aunt of your abilities? Well, thank you for leaving it all up to me in the event of your untimely death."

[el_tybs]

He's probably rolling around in his sky grave that you would even think that of him.

"I kind of just leave it that I do 'mage stuff'. Nothing specific. It's safer for her, and honestly trying to explain that on paper is not the easiest. 'Oh by the way I can turn into animals now'. And I'm sure you could probably have Cyril or Kirk do it if you didn't want the responsibility." Or you know one of the the Advisors.

[aceso]

"No, no. It would be better coming from a mage." At least it makes sense in her head. Cyril or Kirk would just say "mage stuff" as well and Christine likes to be thorough.

"But mind yourself and that is not a letter I will ever have to write."

[el_tybs]

It is very possible that is all those two would say. Cyril might say more since he's grown up with mages, but now that he's thinking about it, it would be interesting to know what they would say for something like this.

"The letter about me dying in some bizarre hunting incident because I was mistaken for just your average wild life? Yeah, probably better not to have that happen, but you know, just in case."

[aceso]

"Sometimes people write letters in advance," she muses, her thoughts taking a dark turn. Has her father done such a thing? She prays such a letter never has to be sent.

"Anyway, this topic has gone so far I think it's time to turn to something else."

[el_tybs]

Yes, it does seem their conversation has Christine thinking about things that Sam was trying to stop her from thinking of.

"So what do you think you'll try riding when we get back? A horse? Hart? You know Korrin was suggesting I get a saddle."

[aceso]

"Did she?" Christine smirks down at him, picturing him lugging around the saddle as a human for when he changes into a hart. "Would you let people ride you, Sam? How scandalous." She lets out a chuckle and then gives it some thought. "A horse, I think. It would be the easiest. No horns to get in my way. Though... I wonder if you can hang baggage off them." She is clearly kidding, Sam. She wouldn't do that to an animal. She would, however, threaten to do that to you in hart form.

[el_tybs]

"Scandalous? I would say it's being a good sport about. Of course if anyone wanted to they'd have to supply their own saddle and have to strap it on. I'm not carrying around my own." Even though the form was for him to get around easier, he has thought about it and figured it would benefit others, too.

"I'm pretty sure you'd be thrown off a hart if you tried that." Or in his case he'd probably sit down. He only accepted ribbons and pretty things on his horns, Christine. Standards.

[aceso]

"I cannot be sure I will not be thrown from a horse either," she says. "I do hope I am given a docile one to learn with."

[el_tybs]

"I find the harts a lot more docile, but there are a several horses that would meet your requirement. Unless they're all out." There have been quite a number of people getting lessons, or needing a less tempered horse for missions as of late.

[aceso]

"And I am hardly a priority when it comes to these lessons." She's made do so far without this skill, and she doubts anyone will go out of their way to make sure she has a horse available to her. Quirking the corner of her mouth upwards, she adds, "Are you putting in a good word for your brethren, the harts?"

[el_tybs]

"I get points every time I recommend someone to them. I'm up to ten." Sam shakes his head lightly at the silliness of it all. "No, just my personal experience when I was freshening up my riding skills, and when I helped Kirk learn how not to fall out of a saddle."