faderift | Take my love, Take my land

WHO: Malcolm Reynolds, Jayne the Mabari and You!
WHAT: Malcolm rides in with a Mabari and Mail for the Inquisition
WHEN: 20th of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Anyone that wants a letter or a package that can be carried in a pair of saddlebags is welcome to claim some good or trinket or something from Malcolm, he's been wandering this way for awhile. Brackets or Prose are good.

So here's how it is.

A man, a horse, a bag of mail and a grumpy Mabari wandering right up the road to Skyhold. The dog's a dark brown, the horse is a warm brown, and the man's a muddied brown on account of all the foutu mud he's been riding through all the live long day on the way up to this mighty fine hold. Fort. Ruin.

Honestly it's more the last than either of the other two, the battlements a little worn and ragged and the gate itself kinda questionable. Were it not for the many wonderful things said about this establishment and it's Inquisition Mal'd be entertaining second thoughts. Arlight if he's honest he's already entertaining second, third, and fifth thoughts but he's got a powerful need to be here and here's where he's gotten paid to drop off a lotta letters and packages of various value and weight. He's not about to back out of a decent, legitimate job when he's been paid.

Well-

He sighs and urges the horse onward through the gates, clicking his tongue to bring the Mabari to heel. Or. Trying to. The dog's got a mind of it's own and trots about,sniffling and snuffling at anyone in the immediate area that may or may not have food. If they've got food? He starts pawing. Or gnawing. Much to the exasperation of the muddied man on the bay. "For the last time you gourmand petit sac de merde, leave 'em alone."

If snapping at the dog doesn't work he leans out with his heel and nudges the Mabari with his boot- or he hefts the butt of his spear and knocks him upside the head. It works well enough.

If spared the hound and horse he's found wandering around the courtyard, handing out letters while still trying to mind said horse and hound- horse following at his heel better than the hound tends to.

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"Wander around long 'nuf? You'll find 'em. They're everywhere. Can't hardly swing a stick in some woods for hitt'n them." Not that it's all that bad. Sure they're old and creepy and haunted but they don't bother him none so long as he don't have to go through 'em.

Sasha's wandered up behind like an obedient dog, nosing into the back of Mal's shoulder for an apple. He pulls one out of his pocket and offers it over while leading her to the free stall. "Awright, let's get you combed out- that is my glove, it ain't food. You quit that."

"It shows how prominent we once were," she replies quietly, letting the horse the next stall over sniff her hand. The Free Marches weren't really known for their elven sites beyond the Sundermount, but Ellana hopes that here further south she'll see plenty. It's just a matter of being sent out on missions to areas where they're around.

"Have you had her long?"

"Few years, now, mostly she's kept in a stable by the coast as I spend more of my time on my ship than on land. She's a good mare, works hard. Got me here in one piece." Even with the bears. Sure did earn her rest though. Happily munching away at an apple he grabs a comb and starts to work, Jayne leaning against his legs for scratching of his own.

"You gotta wait your turn."

"That she did. And now you can both rest and relax." Or as much as he can with a shard in his hand.

Her eyes travel down to the dog and she has to chuckle at the sight of him wanting attention.

"I should probably leave you to focus on your animals. It was good meeting you." She takes her letter out from under her belt. "Besides, I need to see what's in this envelope." She could feel something more within the lumpy envelope, and once she opens it, she'll see her friend has sent her a lovely necklace along with her letter.

"Same to you, miss." He spares a hand to reach down and scratch Jayne's ears anyway- he can multitask. And it ain't so small a thing that she's opening that he can't be a little curious- that lump was more than parchment, he knew that much.

The necklace, though, earns a low whistle. "Now ain't that somth'n. You got a special someone back home?"

Ellana carefully untangles the chain on the necklace, letting it dangle in front of her.

"Halla horns," she says softly, looking touched. "It's a gift from Atisha. We have been friends almost a decade now, because we share a situation that drew us close together in friendship, even though you'll find it hard to find two people more different."

"Sometimes similar circumstances is all it takes t'bring folk together. Want'n a little more sky and a little less overhang brought me and mine outta noth'n." They had no reason to sail and work and live together otherwise. "Sometimes? Those bonds are stronger for it."

"They are. No one understands me like her." There's a sudden pang at the thought of how no one here really knows her. And what her clan knows, they probably don't like. She knows what they think behind her back: the shems' pet, the naive one. Atisha wouldn't think of her like that. It makes Ellana all the more impatient to read her letter.

"I should go read this now. I hope you find rest here."

"You do that. I'll be here, mind'n my horse." Jayne wuffs from his side. "And the Mabari."

Always 'the' never 'my', cuz Jayne ain't his dog. He gives her a wave before turning back to the horse, putting his back into the combing.

Take my love, Take my land

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