RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

Comments

[kyrr]

The obvious problem is, of course, that Tofa is unable to express herself in any verbal capacity. She can't explain why that is, and without her sister present it's not entirely possible for anyone to understand the reasons why Tofa is so, so silent. It would be awkward for anyone else to hear it anyway, the kind of discomfort that comes from baring a kind of familial secret that most of the Hold would like to keep to themselves.

At least she's able to get a close look at the Anchors, to see more of them. It's not something she's been able to do thus far, and she appreciates this even if she can't express it; careful fingers touch and tease, gentle, careful, before they slip away and give the other woman her fingers and hand back. It would be silly to keep holding on to it.

The question stops her and she lifts her hand, motioning at the daggers at her side and then to the area around them, before she draws a line across her throat. Protection, or something like it; to fight.

[wont_be_me]

She takes her hand back, settling back into her chair lazily. She supposes she should have guessed such an obvious use for such a large individual. Though she could just as easily assumed the woman was a stonemason or cattle herd. People carrying around weapons in a garrison hardly denoted anything. Until they were motioned to as the denotation.

Carla smiles sideways, eyes heavy-lidded.

"So you are here to intimidate me."

It's a bit of a joke, she also just wants to see the reaction and consider its implications.

[kyrr]

Her reaction to that suggestion is immediate, her eyes widening briefly before her nose wrinkles. She knows she can appear intimidating - she stands far, far taller than many other people might, even here in Kirkwall - but she doesn't think she comes across as some kind of rough guard. No, that is hardly her intention, and she shakes her head. Sure and firm; no, not here to intimidate.

If it is meant as a joke it's clear that Tofa does not recognise it as such.

Slowly, her fingers begin to move, as if considering her words intensely before she signs them out.

A motion at Carla, and then a motion at herself, with a raised thumb. Like you. Visitor. She's not sure how to express that her sister is here and so instead she frowns, frustrated.

[wont_be_me]

Carla's smile doesn't move or change, she looks neither intimidated nor apologetic for what she said. She repeats some of the gestures back at Tofa-- me, you. Then she makes a gesture that assuredly reads slightly rude: I'm fucking with you.

The smile widens.

"I'm Carla."

[kyrr]

For a moment, all Tofa does is stare at her before, slowly, her eyes begin to narrow. She doesn't like the idea of someone playing around with her and messing with her, but she swallows back the sound of frustration. Instead, she shakes her head and breathes out, stepping back and lifting her hands.

Slowly, she begins to spell out her name using letters.

T - O - F - A.