WHO: Fitz, Lukas, Sahren, Caspar & misc WHAT: Lots of things WHEN: Whenever WHERE: Lots of places NOTES: Open and closed starters for the month, feel free to DM or hit me up at awarewolf on plurk to plot!
Sahren has been with Riftwatch for two weeks, and in that time he's done everything in his power to avoid Riftwatch entirely: loitering in the quiet corners of the Gallows, pretending to be napping whenever someone's in earshot. Volunteering to hunt game. The most reliable option, if regrettably helpful.
But then regrettably helpful was misinterpreted as deliberately helpful, and then it was assumed that he was helpful. Then he was volunteered for hunting lessons. Cut to now, miles away from the Gallows in the cold, dense woods, with a stranger he's been diligently ignoring for most of the trek out.
"Do you know anything about hunting?"
A little terse and a little bored, all low expectations. He's focused on a bush, carefully pulling down a thin branch to inspect its dry leaves.
Athessa sighs and rolls her eyes. Is it the lack of a vallaslin? Or maybe her hair is hiding her ears for once, and this guy doesn't realize he's talking to an elf at all, much less a Dalish one.
"Are you serious?" They're supposed to be hunting together, aren't they? He's clearly set his expectations low. "Yes. I know how to hunt. That's why they sent us--" She points between the two of them, back and forth and back and forth. "--out hunting. Unless that's your weird way of telling me you don't know how."
His investigation pauses, brow furrowing sharply. A beat of silence before he looks back over his shoulder, glare shifting from the leaves to her.
"It isn't." Sahren stands up and turns towards her, taking a moment for a critical once-over. "And I don't need a hunting partner, either. They said you needed lessons."
It's an explanation, which could theoretically be given amicably. It sounds more like an accusation.
"Hunting is one of the few things I don't need lessons for!" Her exasperation is a little misplaced, here. Really she's frustrated at the idea that she'd be assigned lessons in something she's good at immediately after being assigned lessons in everything she's bad at, too. As if she's a complete wash and someone decided to just start from scratch.
She frowns, planting her hands on her hips and tapping her unshod foot on the dirt. "Are you sure they said I needed lessons? Not someone else?"
"I have no idea who you are. Just that they saddled me with lessons and you're the one who showed up."
He both sounds and looks significantly less exasperated, though he does make you sound like an insult. Even the tinge of annoyance is cool enough to sound patronizing. He crosses his arms and glances behind him, back towards the quiet woods and, more metaphorically, the hunting he's meant to be doing.
"All right," he says, taking a moment to make a quick assessment. It's a good answer. He hadn't been given much of a choice when the lessons had been proposed, and they'd had a valid point — too many mouths to feed, not enough skilled hunters.
Now that it's no longer a lesson, there's no obligation. He could send her home. Or—
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But then regrettably helpful was misinterpreted as deliberately helpful, and then it was assumed that he was helpful. Then he was volunteered for hunting lessons. Cut to now, miles away from the Gallows in the cold, dense woods, with a stranger he's been diligently ignoring for most of the trek out.
"Do you know anything about hunting?"
A little terse and a little bored, all low expectations. He's focused on a bush, carefully pulling down a thin branch to inspect its dry leaves.
for the lulz
"Are you serious?" They're supposed to be hunting together, aren't they? He's clearly set his expectations low. "Yes. I know how to hunt. That's why they sent us--" She points between the two of them, back and forth and back and forth. "--out hunting. Unless that's your weird way of telling me you don't know how."
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"It isn't." Sahren stands up and turns towards her, taking a moment for a critical once-over. "And I don't need a hunting partner, either. They said you needed lessons."
It's an explanation, which could theoretically be given amicably. It sounds more like an accusation.
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She frowns, planting her hands on her hips and tapping her unshod foot on the dirt. "Are you sure they said I needed lessons? Not someone else?"
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He both sounds and looks significantly less exasperated, though he does make you sound like an insult. Even the tinge of annoyance is cool enough to sound patronizing. He crosses his arms and glances behind him, back towards the quiet woods and, more metaphorically, the hunting he's meant to be doing.
"How much weight can you carry?"
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"That depends. Am I carrying it with my arms or can I pull it on a sled?"
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Now that it's no longer a lesson, there's no obligation. He could send her home. Or—
"Just keep quiet."
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...But she does keep quiet. They're hunting, it'd be stupid to start mouthing off just because he's a jerk.
"What's your name?" She asks, quietly.