[open] to the need for more

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren and you
WHAT: Wardenmom is consumed by secrets, as usual
WHEN: the first half of Wintermarch
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: will update as necessary

I. The Hanged Man

Sometimes found perched at her table by the window with a hot drink of some kind, Teren likes to sit and do her mending where she can hear nearby conversations but is out of the way enough to not appear too approachable.
Which isn't to say she won't talk to someone who sits with her, but, as usual, whether or not she's feeling sociable is a gamble for the person approaching to take.

II. Out and About

Provisioning for the Wardens is a busy job, especially when Teren has also been lending some assistance to the Kirkwall alienage through the worsened weather. Throughout the day she can be found escorting workmen both on foot and in the teetery little ferrying boats from the docks to the Gallows, all of them generally laden with various foodstuffs and other supplies necessary to keeping the Wardens alive.

Perhaps it's the cold ever-creeping into her bony frame, or the ugliness of the weather, but she seems more standoffish than usual. Not angry per se, but pensive and distracted.

III. Her Quarters

A very limited number of people are welcome to call on Teren at home, but they know who they are. Though the door is only left open when she's waiting for Wardens to drop off their uniforms for mending, often a light can be seen through the crack beneath the door, and the faint sound of her speaking to someone, low and gentle.

IV. The Stables

Boots needs feeding and brushing. She visits her druffalo at least once a day to make sure he's being kept well, and often stays to clean his enclosure and yell at anyone she perceives to be bothering him. Boots, for his part, is fine with whatever.

V. Wildcard!

Comments

[iceblade]

Skadi chuckles at that, straightening. "He's majestic as is, he needs nothing else." She won't pat him again while he's busy with the water, instead glancing over to his owner. "How'd you gain him?"

To be fair, she'd ask this whatever kind of beast he was, but it helps that he's provoked her curiosity. It's not as though there are any other druffalo in the stables, after all.

[doneisdone]

Teren barks a laugh. "Majestic," she repeats, but thumps Boots on the flank anyway, in what might pass for affection. "Like one gains a wart," she sighs, stepping out from the stall to fold her arms and watch him enjoy his sustenance, "one day it's just there and won't go away. He followed me, and when a druffalo decides it's going to do something, most are powerless to stop it." A sigh. "I'm quite surprised we haven't received an angry letter yet from a farmer missing his druffalo."

[iceblade]

Practically any animal has potential for majesty, in Skadi's eyes...minus nugs. They're just weirdly cute and nothing more. Hearing how Teren's druffalo was gained, she chuckles. "A druffalo that behaves like a mabari? I've heard of their imprinting; if you found him in Ferelden, maybe that explains it. Does that mean you'll have this wonderful lug tagging along whatever your mission? I suppose if you need something headbutted, he's the one to do it."

[doneisdone]

Another laugh, more like a snort. "Oh, Maker save me, no. He likely followed me because I'd been dealing in grains and smelled like food. And if he ever came on a mission we'd all die, or at the very least eat like kings."

[iceblade]

"You never know, it could confuse the enemy at the very least." She snickers at that and glances back to the placid druffalo. "Found a meal-ticket, eh? Good for you. Try not to follow us then, I don't want to eat anything that's already been named."

[doneisdone]

Boots idly sniffs Skadi's hand, then lowers his muzzle again, this time to the grain in a second bucket that Teren already brought.
"Well, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need you to starve," Teren remarks, folding her arms and leaning against the stall door.

[iceblade]

"I said I didn't want to, not that I wouldn't. I'm Avvar, we won't turn up our noses at a walking meal even if it has a pup's name." Skadi watches him for a moment longer, then straightens up. "I'm planning to get Kodlak and let him stretch those legs for a bit. If you're almost done with Boots here, you're welcome to join us."

[doneisdone]

"Thanks, but I'm off," Teren says with a wave of her hand, "got more beasts to feed." By which of course she means the Wardens.

[iceblade]

"Another time, then! See you later, Boots. Warden." Skadi smiles at both before she quickens her pace. Time to get Kodlak set up and ride until her cheeks sting from the wind.