Honey, I'm Home [ Open ]

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WHO: Kirk & The Good People of Kirkwall
WHAT: Kirk has been away for a month, and now he's back!
WHEN: First few days of Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES: Probably some couple cuteness

What, No Parade? - The Streets
Kirkwall might have been treated to the site of a man crying in relief if Kirk wasn't quite so good at holding such emotion in. It honestly wasn't that anything particularly horrible had happened on his little trip, he was just so happy to be back in Kirkwall of all places (most likely due to the fact a certain mage and a certain extra-large size red haired rifter).

So he kept it together as Atlas picked his way through the crowd, surprisingly delicate despite his burden of a weary man, full saddle bags, and a much larger pack bearing down his rump. One that was apparently not tied to very well - as folded pieces of thick, blue colored cloth (or, jeans to some of you Rifters) kept falling out, creating a blue breadcrumb trail behind him.

Unpacking - The Barn
Kirk shook his head with a short yelp, smacking at his ragged locks to try and get out the horse snot from them. He glared at Atlas, who remained unconcerned with his faux pas and more concerned with getting back to his stall. Kirk didn't blame him. They had been riding all day - though Atlas did more work than he did in that regard.

"I'll get you in there, but we have to get you cleaned up first," he whumped as he dumped saddle and bags on his tack box.

From there he worked on rubbing Atlas down and taking him out to give him a wash, sluicing off days worth of dirty and mud - which naturally meant he got wet too, and shoved around a bit because Atlas was an impatient gentle giant when he wished to be. Especially with the promise of warm oats and a soft hay bed mere meters away.

Homecooking - Tavern
What's a good home coming with a taste of the home town beer? It's not one, that's what. When he has a chance, he makes his way to the tavern to take himself up a drink and greet those loose acquaintances that might edge just on the verge of friends.

He took up a place at a table, full of laughter, his hand wrapped as it usually was in bandages to hide his shard, to hide his otherness. Of course he had noticed the tensions upon his return, that slight tightness from those people whom knew he was a Rifter. He had never revealed that in the taverns though, the better to avoid a fight, so for the moment all was well.

Being home meant back to business as usual, telling his "tall tales" and teaching everyone new card games - Black Jack is perfectly innocent. So is poker. No really. Totally innocent.

Bills Piled Up - Library
It wasn't all play when he got back. His job might be over for the moment, but being on the road so long, being in charge of someone's education for that long, had made some things begin to turn in his mind. He was not sure he could find the resources, but he would damn well try as best he could with what he had. He hoped he had taught his charge something more than just math and theories.

Now he hoped to teach others.

Which was why he could be found in the library, scouring over books, scribbling in his own journals, fingers stained black with the ink and the tip of his quill ragged from gnawing. Though one might at first thing he was building a fortress, given the height of the stacks, and the mumbling that came from behind them.

"No, no, that's to complicated an explanation, need to simplify...."

It's A Party - Wildcard
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"Clearly. Look at you, little pup. You start riding on a horse and you think you're sixteen hands high, huh?" He tips his head to the side, frowning, before the fire lit, "Oooooh, you mean women. Yeah. Not really my thing but I see what you're saying."

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Kirk blinked for a second and then he laughed.

"Well, yes that is also true, but I meant the real thing as in my real friend named Jaylah. Whom is also a woman," he acknowledged. "She bites a fair bit harder than the pup though. And no, I don't mean that in a sexual way." A quick add on, because he had every expectation Adasse would take it that way if he didn't.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

"Aaaaaah - well I am a little confused now. So you have a friend name Jaylah who ... bites you? For not fun?" He turned the pup towards him, so she licked his face and he laughed. "I can't see how that's a friendly thing to do, but to each their own. Haelan likes to eat all the time which gets crumbs ...everywhere."

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"Well, not bites though I'm sure she would if she was given enough reason. I just mean she can kick my ass and she's stubborn," he reached out and tugged one of Jaylah's ears, the puppy giving out a playful whine and shaking her head.

"And we sort of game on her in the middle of nowhere. Yup, the two are a lot alike."

He smiled fondly, though, the memories of the other Jaylah clearly good ones.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

"Ah! Okay that makes so much more sense." He smiles sideways, a little wry, as he stroked Lil'Jaylah's ears.

"Well, at least she knows that she's got people in her corner? Both of them." He kisses the top of the pup's head. "Most important thing in the world."