[closed] Oops I Did It Agurn

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari and Saoirse
WHAT: Mistaken identities, habitat mysteries, rhino sieges, now with extra bees
WHEN: Early Bloomingtide
WHERE: nearly the Western Approach
NOTES: it's the Chantry Relations mission!

Nothing like a fairly clear morning, the jingle of tack on restive horses, and the promise of a journey to get the blood flowing. That the journey is specifically to promote good relations with the Chantry is a matter of some small inner conflict to 50% of the expedition, but that aside, there are people to free from being besieged (and bees to free from being beesieged), and the small mystery of why Gurns would even be doing this to begin with to settle.

Comments

I. On the way there!

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Nari has shown up promptly at the agreed upon time, and is quickly at work checking her mount's saddlebags.

Her partner appears to be the blonde slip of a woman she'd briefly spoken with in regards to the Chantry Forest before work on the statue had begun. She'd been quietly vehement about going through proper channels, about representing the whole and not taking choices away from others. Nari would have appreciated the sentiment more had she not been one of those who thought Sina's work had been rash and thoughtless rather than gift. Had also, she recalled, had the gall to imply she could speak for how the elves in the Alienage here felt. Typical of a human.

Of course, today Saoirse has her hair done differently, and the light of morning is considerably clearer than the somewhat smoky miasma of the lamplit Hanged Man. Both of these enabling Nari to see the tapered points of the other woman's ears.

"Oh. You're..." Not a human. "Oh."

Well, someone looks chagrined. Doubly so because that's not really a proper greeting.

II. Gurns, Gurns Everywhere

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Upon arrival at the small Chantry, that's pretty much what's to be seen. The herd isn't stampeding (right now), but they are also not gentle guests. The gardens surrounding the building that supply the herbs for the creation of their mead have been cropped clean, trampled flat, or cropped clean and trampled flat, and a number of the hives range from partially damaged to entirely destroyed.

Someone's waving a small cloth from the belltower--apparently the clerics have been watching out for them.

III. Handling the Problem Children

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IV. Home again, home again

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