The Horned Heroes Return

[quietblade]

WHO: Kas, Taashath + Open
WHAT: Kas and Taas return from their mission in Orlais after two months.
WHEN: Today and forward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kas and Taas will be under different top comments to avoid playercesting.

Seeing the bridge to Skyhold was such a huge relief that neither qunari had expected, and the accompanying group of scouts seemed just as eager to get back. Mounts were spurred a bit more, hurrying over the last stretch before they all stopped in the courtyard.

Taas slid off his horse and brushed back his brown hair from his face. It was a bit messy and not put up in the usual array of braids - and he had a need of a razor, of the beginning of a scruffy beard was anything to go by. He's wearing his usual leather and armor, although his chest is covered by a shirt for once.

He doesn't look worse for wear, aside from his nose being extra crooked. (He might need to get that fixed later.)

Giving the mount a pat on the neck, he leaves it with a stablehand and takes a look at the state of Skyhold. At least it was in once piece... and hopefully the tavern was as well.

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Kas isn't as graceful in his dismounting, but the teen does seem a little less horrible at riding than he used to be. Rubbing his butt a bit, he sighs and scratches his head slightly before looking around. The scout uniform is a little ripped in places and the bow he got from Metaari is missing, but he's unharmed and even seems to have gained a bit of weight. It makes him appear a little bit less like a scrawny child and rather the young man he really is, so it's a good look for him.

Maker bless Orlaisian tiny cakes and hard work.

There's even a little smile on his lips as he looks around, eager to see Korrin, friends and maybe even meet new people.

Comments

[issala]

He can't help it - he makes a disgusted face at the bird eating burial thing. "Ew. They just... cut their dead apart and let birds fly off with pieces?" Okay about the soul thing flying on birds, but he doesn't want his eyes pecked out and eaten after death, thank you.

(Kas honey you'd be dead.)

The nug thing is definitely a cooler subject, even if he looks suspicious - as if Korrin was fucking with him. "That's the weirdest shit I've heard, Korrin." But if it was true, he wanted to see one.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin shrugs, more or less expecting both responses. "It's their way, and it's not like it hurts anyone. I'll still take a flaming pyre instead, though." That might be cultural leanings talking, somewhat, but Korrin always thought that was for the best anyway. Demons can't possess what's been burned to ash.

"And stop looking at me like that, I'm not fucking with you. I'll bring them back just to prove it. If you decide you want one, it's yours.

[issala]

"I.... guess that's true." Still. Really gross. Who could cut their family member into pieces and watch birds eat them? He preferred the pyre, too. Everything felt so much more... finished after that.

Either way, he's still giving Korrin a look. "Riiiight."

[gatheringstorm]

She gently shoves him for that, before taking another swig from her cup. "The Avvar have seen them and that's good enough for me. Besides, if nothing else, the search will be a nice break from here and all the deadly serious stuff. We need a breather every now and then, you know."

[issala]

He shoves back, and it's actually pretty good now rather than the awkward shoves he did with his previous stick-arms. Kas smiles, though, shaking his head.

He could definitely agree with the breather thing.

"If you get one over here I owe you a drink."