Player Plot: I will call you home

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post

Tel'enfenim, da'len Irassal ma ghilas Ma garas mir renan Ara ma'athlan vhenas Ara ma'athlan vhenas	Never fear, little one, Wherever you shall go. Follow my voice-- I will call you home. I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats. Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap. The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait. To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse. And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

Comments

[samahl]

"And I'll sit on my hands to be safe," Cyril replies, grinning. He tilts his head a bit to look at Sam, pleased with himself. "Or I'll have you sit on them for me."

[el_tybs]

Like a cat who got the cream pleased it seemed. "You just want an excuse to touch my butt."

[samahl]

"I don't need an excuse to do that," Cyril points out, still teasing.

[el_tybs]

Too bad it was only teasing. "No, I suppose not. You seem to take the chance to do so any time you can since we've started seeing each other." Making up for lost time perhaps?

[samahl]

Cyril laughs softly. "Oh no, you've caught on to my scheme."

[el_tybs]

"I'm sure you have plenty more. Crafty elf as you are."

[samahl]

"I'm at least somewhat crafty when it comes to enjoying your body. That is one of my favorite past times, after all."

[el_tybs]

"Yes, you're always very creative and thinking of new things. What are your other past times?"

[samahl]

"Building things?"

[el_tybs]

"That is certainly something that we have in common."

[samahl]

"Yes, just different applications." He chuckles a bit. "Though I do like to watch you work the forge."

[el_tybs]

"Another favorite past time of yours?" It's only as of recent that he's learned just how much Cyril does like doing that since he doesn't hide as much.

[samahl]

"Considering how much time I do it?" Cyril asked, making a joke at his own expense and his habit of watching Sam.

[el_tybs]

Sam chuckles at that, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I enjoy this," he says after a few moments of silence before looking to Cyril. "I enjoy any time I get really, but I would have to say this is one of my favorites." One of his hands finds Cyril's and holds onto it lightly as he gives a small smile.

[samahl]

Cyril returns the smile and holds onto Sam's hand. He looks down at their hands and for a moment, there's something in his gaze that seems a little sad but instead of letting that dwell, he leans against Sam.

[el_tybs]

The gaze is completely missed as Sam looks down to their hands as well when he feels Cyril's own grip on his hand. Lightly he uses his thigh to brush across knuckles, smile broadening when he there's more pressure against his side. "We should probably turn in for the night soon," he offers quietly, though he isn't saying that they part for the night.

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Want to help keep me warm in my tent?" he offers, smirking a bit up at him.

[el_tybs]

"I probably want to do a little bit more then keep you warm in your tent," he playfully warns, matching Cyril's smirk. "Though I am very good at doing just that."

[samahl]

Cyril slowly gets up as to enjoy the closeness to Sam as much as possible before offering his hand to lead the way to his tent.

[ooc; end here?]

[el_tybs]

Sam takes that hand eagerly, and allows himself to be led - even though he already knows which tent is Cyril's. Even if it was just to keep Cyril warm, he looked forward to getting as much time as possible before meeting the clan.

[OoC: Seems like a good place]