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!
"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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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.