WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, other folks. WHAT: It's an open log WHEN: Mid to late Guardian WHERE: Kirkwall, &c. NOTES: Erik curses. That's about it. Open starters in threads.
Edgard is eager to get out of Kirkwall and leans forward ready to kick his sleek bay gelding into gear. He glances at Erik eyebrows raised and motions with his head in front of them.
"Or are we going to take our time? At this pace, it'll only take, I don't know, 5 or 6 hours."
"Shit, you kidding me?" Erik still rides with the hesitance of someone new to all this horseriding shit (because he is) and having a few excursions under his belt has only made him more aware of how easily one could fall from the saddle and break their skull open all over everything.
But Edgard has a point. He doesn't want to spend hours upon hours just getting there.
"'Aight. You set the pace, and I'll do my best to keep up and keep my ass in the saddle." Gotta do Athessa proud, or something.
"Can you blame me?" Fucking horses, seriously. One with a bad mood and less interest in being ridden, or one that's been spooked? Dangerous. Granted, the horse he's riding is none of these things but still.
Hesitant.
Either way, he's taking a breath and then urging his horse onward, following Edgard before he manages to edge just past him. "Ha!"
Edgard looks over at Erik so proud of passing him at a mere canter, he almost hates to do this to him. He laughs and says,
"Alright, you want a real race then?"
He leans forward and down, giving the horse its head. He whispers to him in Orlesian and horse and rider rocket past Erik at a full gallop. He may get some dirt in his face. (Sorry about that.)
He definitely gets some dirt on his face. Thanks, Edgard. Erik is sputtering a little before he even really parses what's happened, and then he's sighing because what is this shit? How is he supposed to catch up to that?
"Alright," he says to the horse, letting go of the reigns a little bit so it can put its neck into it if it decides to do so. "We can hang out back here and let that smelly bastard win or we can try racin' him. What do ya say, huh? Let's go." He digs his heels into the sides of the horse and gets it to gallop, at the very least, though he's unlikely to beat Edgard at this race anytime soon.
Edgard is laughing gleefully as they launch forward. Edgard knows his horse is fast and can't be caught. He turns his head backward to see Erik and his horse move into a gallop and whoops his approval. He is still looking backward when his horse runs him under a tree.
He turns his head around to hit his forehead with a smack. The world goes slow motion until the ground reaches up to pull him down.
"Ah shit!" Erik pulls the reigns to get his horse to slow down before they pass Edgard up; the other horse has kept going and while Erik lets out one loud whistle to get its attention, hopefully, most of his focus is on his friend down in the dirt.
"Fuck, man. You alive down there?" It takes him a minute to dismount the horse and be sure it's not going to wander off while he checks Edgard out. Crouching on the ground with the reigns in hand he pats Edgard's cheek with an open palm. "C'mon, open your eyes." A grumble under his breath: "Fucking concussions."
"For fuck's sake man! Hold the fuck still, I'm trying to see if your pupils are wide or not."
Fine his fucking ass, really; somewhere, deep down, Erik knows that he's probably overreacting at least a little considering he's not a healer and Edgard has probably taken more spills off a horse than he's ever managed, but still. He's touchy about the subject of head trauma recently.
But Edgard struggles again and Erik sighs before standing up. "We gotta find your fuckin' horse, tho."
Erik makes a noise that is best described as 'ffffssss'. "I guess, man." If he's gonna fight Erik tooth and nail on staying out, Erik isn't gonna bother mother henning over Edgard any longer.
He can talk, his pupils are wide, and Erik is no nurse. So it'll have to be good enough for now.
"That way," he points, up the mountainside and to the East a little. "Couldn't go after it and look at you in the same moment, so. How do we get it back?"
He reaches underneath his shirt and pulls out a carrot. He whistles loudly and cracks the carrot in two. He waits. It takes a moment, but then the silhouette of a horse is visible. He yells something in Orlesian and waves the carrot over his head. The silhouette comes running.
"Most animals," He says. "you can get them to do whatever you want so long as you feed them." He pats Erik on the shoulder.
Who the hell just wanders around with carrots under their shirts? People Erik knows now, in this strange new life, apparently.
"Alright, man," is his answer to that pat, shaking his head and going back to get his own horse. "What if we do ride faster but don't race, yeah? Easier not to get thwacked the fuck outta ya by a tree that way."
Erik swallows before nodding, setting a faster pace than the one he'd started at but nothing like Edgard's race earlier. He relaxes into it a bit before he tries speaking up. "You know what we're out here looking for, exactly?"
"Well, Kirkwall isn't the most inviting place. Like being out in nature more, personally."
He relaxes into position now that they've hit a steady pace.
"But, also everyone has been a little twitchy." He makes an eek face and shakes his head a little. Erik probably can't see this because he should be facing forward, but its happening.
"What do we know about the people who lost the shipment?"
somewhere there was information on this mission but I've since lost the plot as it were
"Everyone's been more than 'a little twitchy'; more like downright fuckin' jumpy since that big-ass dream we all had."
Which makes sense. It was a weird fucking dream, and dreams take on a quality of reality, here. In part because the Fade is practically made up of the stuff, and yet it has real-world effects and implications whenever it interacts with anything else.
"Not much, just that they and their stuff went missing in this area."
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horse cave adventure? hell yeah
Edgard is eager to get out of Kirkwall and leans forward ready to kick his sleek bay gelding into gear. He glances at Erik eyebrows raised and motions with his head in front of them.
"Or are we going to take our time? At this pace, it'll only take, I don't know, 5 or 6 hours."
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But Edgard has a point. He doesn't want to spend hours upon hours just getting there.
"'Aight. You set the pace, and I'll do my best to keep up and keep my ass in the saddle." Gotta do Athessa proud, or something.
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"That's not really a race, that's just following me."
He waves his hand. "I won't go too fast. If you lose your balance, sit back and deep in the saddle first and then tell me. Alright?"
He doesn't wait for Erik's response and urges his horse into a canter, light in his seat. Off they go!
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Hesitant.
Either way, he's taking a breath and then urging his horse onward, following Edgard before he manages to edge just past him. "Ha!"
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"Alright, you want a real race then?"
He leans forward and down, giving the horse its head. He whispers to him in Orlesian and horse and rider rocket past Erik at a full gallop. He may get some dirt in his face. (Sorry about that.)
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"Alright," he says to the horse, letting go of the reigns a little bit so it can put its neck into it if it decides to do so. "We can hang out back here and let that smelly bastard win or we can try racin' him. What do ya say, huh? Let's go." He digs his heels into the sides of the horse and gets it to gallop, at the very least, though he's unlikely to beat Edgard at this race anytime soon.
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He turns his head around to hit his forehead with a smack. The world goes slow motion until the ground reaches up to pull him down.
Edgard's horse keeps going.
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"Fuck, man. You alive down there?" It takes him a minute to dismount the horse and be sure it's not going to wander off while he checks Edgard out. Crouching on the ground with the reigns in hand he pats Edgard's cheek with an open palm. "C'mon, open your eyes." A grumble under his breath: "Fucking concussions."
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"Did I win?" He asks, his voice rife with confusion. He then tries to sit up by putting his hand flat on the ground and pushing. His body resists.
"Ow." He whispers.
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Erik shakes his head and puts a hand on Edgard's shoulder.
"Don't move yet. You bleeding? Double vision? Won your ass a trip straight to the healers, my man."
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What Erik says slowly processes. Edgard pouts openly. All he wanted was to get out of Kirkwall for a little while.
"And no! I'm fine! I've fallen off a horse before! It happens when you ride horses."
He continues trying to push himself up despite being told not to move.
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Fine his fucking ass, really; somewhere, deep down, Erik knows that he's probably overreacting at least a little considering he's not a healer and Edgard has probably taken more spills off a horse than he's ever managed, but still. He's touchy about the subject of head trauma recently.
But Edgard struggles again and Erik sighs before standing up. "We gotta find your fuckin' horse, tho."
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"There! Can you see? I am fine, yes?"
He shakes his head. "Wasn't looking where I was going. Too worried about beating you." He chuckles lightly.
He turns to look beyond them. "Did you see where the horse went?"
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He can talk, his pupils are wide, and Erik is no nurse. So it'll have to be good enough for now.
"That way," he points, up the mountainside and to the East a little. "Couldn't go after it and look at you in the same moment, so. How do we get it back?"
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He reaches underneath his shirt and pulls out a carrot. He whistles loudly and cracks the carrot in two. He waits. It takes a moment, but then the silhouette of a horse is visible. He yells something in Orlesian and waves the carrot over his head. The silhouette comes running.
"Most animals," He says. "you can get them to do whatever you want so long as you feed them." He pats Erik on the shoulder.
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"Alright, man," is his answer to that pat, shaking his head and going back to get his own horse. "What if we do ride faster but don't race, yeah? Easier not to get thwacked the fuck outta ya by a tree that way."
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"No racing." He agrees and sweeps his hand toward the open expanse. "Lead the way and set the pace."
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"They said something about items going missing in the mountains, I believe?" He hollers back at Erik.
"Mostly I wanted to get out of Kirkwall for a bit to tell you the truth."
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Which means they might find lost cargo or dead bodies, hard to say. They might not find any damn thing, actually.
"What's got you wantin' out of Kirkwall so bad? Or is it just because?"
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He relaxes into position now that they've hit a steady pace.
"But, also everyone has been a little twitchy." He makes an eek face and shakes his head a little. Erik probably can't see this because he should be facing forward, but its happening.
"What do we know about the people who lost the shipment?"
somewhere there was information on this mission but I've since lost the plot as it were
Which makes sense. It was a weird fucking dream, and dreams take on a quality of reality, here. In part because the Fade is practically made up of the stuff, and yet it has real-world effects and implications whenever it interacts with anything else.
"Not much, just that they and their stuff went missing in this area."
aaah this got lost in my inbox
"Thought it best that I keep to myself for a little while."
Edgard sees something and blinks at it in the distance.
"Looks like some caves up there. Should we check it out?
no worries!
Erik leans forward a little bit before nodding. "Yeah, let's go."
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"Seems pretty dark in there. Are you afraid of the dark? or cramped spaces?"
He looks at Erik with suspicion. He doesn't let on that this cave looks pretty spooky to him.
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