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[thunderproof]

WHO: Adalia and a bunch of other people
WHAT: Closed and open threads both backdated and current
WHEN: Throughout both Cloudreach and Bloomingtide
WHERE: All about Kirkwall
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[thunderproof]

Well, that's good. I'd hoped he wouldn't be too worse for wear, after everything.

❰ adalia is, rather conspicuously, leaned a bit away from the horse as she says this. she doesn't dislike horses, necessarily, since all animals are great and she loves all the gods' creatures and surely if she can handle a dragon she can handle a horse...

but she might be a little afraid. horses are tall, okay, and their kicks can behead people. probably just dwarves or halflings, because of the height issue, but the point stands! ❱

Hm? Oh! Yes, please, I hate the docks so much. It smells like fish and sailors here.

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan notices her leaning back. He's so fond of, and so generally used to horses that it's hard for him to fathom someone being frightened of them. Still, he recognises the signs when he sees them. Both because of that, and for the sake of general politeness, he slides off the horse's back and pats it's neck as he lands solidly beside her. He keeps hold of the reins. ]

Well then. Let's make it somewhere that I can leave him outside, shall we? It's far easier to talk to you from down here.

[ He turns back, heading in the general direction of one of the nicer areas of town. He can't bring Adalia anywhere with all these ruffians. ]

I don't mind the water. There's plenty a marketplace in Paris that smells just as much like fish without any of that view. Are you thirsty?

[thunderproof]

❰ adalia may, possibly, sort of, breathe a slight sigh of relief as d'artagnan dismounts his horse. it certainly is easier to talk to him while he's of a level with her, and that's the only reason she's relieved. really.

that she winds up on the other side of d'artagnan, with him in between her and the horse, is entirely coincidence. ❱

Oh, the water is not at all my problem. I grew up in a library overlooking the ocean, water is lovely. The smell of raw fish in the sun is not, ❰ she says, smiling, and looks over at d'artagnan as they walk. ❱ I'm curious about this Paris. And about you! We never had a chance to get to know each other properly in the Sunless Lands, I want to know who you were before you made it here.

❰ and then, belatedly: ❱

Oh, yes, I am thirsty! Are you? There are a few pubs I know of in Lowtown, though I haven't been to them.

[mousquetaire]

[ Pubs, in Lowtown. D'Artagnan is already familiar with many of them. He's seen many such an establishment in Paris, and they're generally not places you'd find women in. Unless one meant women of a certain type, that is. Things are different here, but d'Artagnan still has to fight down that sense of trepidation. It's all right, though; if anyone decides they'd like to bother Adalia, they can take it up with him. ]

I am. After you, Mademoiselle. Shall we?

[ He offers her his arm, and keeps his other hand firmly on the horse's reins. ]

I was, and remain, a soldier to the king of France. He is not here to direct me, so I must do as honour dictates, and that is to help these people as much as I can. Parts of this city remind me of Paris. [ Not the good parts of either place, unfortunately. ] But Paris is bigger, and inland, not on an island. I wish I could show it to you, though if I did, they would be more curious about you than anything else. There are no elves in my world. Having met you, I find that a great shame.