Let's get down to business to defeat the Hu... uh, demons.

[issala]

WHO: Kas & OPEN
WHAT: Kas returns to Skyhold with a scout team.
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Proud teen cockiness all over the place.

1.

He may have mud in places he didn't even know he had, but the qunari teen holds his head high when he passes the massive gates to Skyhold with the rest of his team, easily picked out by the bumps in his hood where his horns were. New, still shiny knives on his back and a well-cared bow and quiver joining them as well made him look even more official. (He might be muddy, but those weapons were flawless.)

He had made it; he had survived, and he had carried out his mission... and he was so utterly proud of it. Kas felt like he had made a difference, no matter how small, and it gave him more determination to continue. He was worth something. He wasn't just a pickpocket and rogue on the streets, desperate to live.

It wasn't a surprise, then, how the boy walked cockily off to the barracks like he was king of the castle. Never mind that he slipped in the stairs. Nobody saw that, right?

"Mud fucking sucks," he mutters, brushing off the leathers with a sigh.

Qunari

One of the first things he had to do when he returned was to check on the other qunari and make sure they were all alive and not murdered by Ben-Hassrath or fallen out in that swamp... mire... thing.

"Gorse...? Korrin?"

2.

Later that day, the teen is out of his scout uniform and back in the somewhat over-sized clothing, carefully mended and cleaned. Hanging out by the stables, he was drinking hot tea and just enjoying life without shame and guilt - maybe for the first time in his life since he left the kith.

It hadn't been easy, but he had already seen a lot of bad things in his life. This was not so different.

One of the horses in the stables snorted near one of his pointed ears, and Kas reaches up to pet the soft muzzle. "I made it," he confesses softly to the animal with an unguarded smile on his face. "They won't kick me out now, right?"

Comments

[issala]

"Shit. That's so weird." He's still frowning, looking at her as if she's about to blow up on him... but there's also curiosity there that he can't deny.

Demons were smart, baiting him this way.

[foxsays]

"To me, any sort of magic that isn't plucking a coin from behind an ear or making something else disappear is very weird. A weapon is still a thing people make, if there are cannons, it is very much the same principle but small. Unless you have a big blunderbuss but the kick on such a thing would honestly put me through a wall."

Look, she's having a dinner date with Korrin, she really needs this to not go terribly Kas, she's way too nice to ever be a demon unless it's over a game of cards.

[issala]

It's okay, Korrin will set him straight later. Yay for first impressions!

Right now, though, Kas is still frowning and watching the girl like she's going to bite him. Or the fox. (In all honestly, the fox might be more likely to bite him.)

"You're really weird," he growls, but it sounds more like if he's trying to remind himself of that fact than anything else. "Just... just leave me alone, demon."

[foxsays]

With a sigh, she shakes her head, mutters something deeply uncomplimentary in her native tongue and then jerks her head at the same time she gives Lux a nudge. The fox trots off grumpily and reluctantly but he does go as Araceli puts on her best smile, straightening her coat as if nothing has happened.

"If you call me, or any of us unlucky enough to be pulled through the rifts demons again, I won't be so gracious as I am now. Good day to you Kas."

It's best to leave before she makes it worse because while she wouldn't usually hit someone so young, a good smack might make her feel better immediately and that's really not going to help this situation at all. Step back, breathe, let the tension bleed out, that's the better plan and away she goes though the fox does stare several moments after she heads up the nearest wall before he scampers up the steps after her.

[issala]

He can't quite stop himself from making a childish face after her before he's grumpily brushing off his knees from where he had touched the fox. Stupid weird demon people!

Still, part of him feels bad and he's not sure why. It's worrying him a bit. Maybe they were affecting his mind or something?

"Fuck," the teen mutters, and goes to do some target practice to get rid of the creepy feeling of guilt.