[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[revise]

They continue on in the fashion for the length of the street—her with her studious quiet cleanup of snow barricaded doors and buried windows, and him with his gregarious good humor as he knocks snow from slanted rooftops. It's only once they reach the crooked end of the lane that Miriam draws up. She's a little pale under behind her dark fringe; a prickle of sweat shines briefly on her upper lip then is rubbed away on her sleeve.

She glances in his direction.

"You seem to have your fair share of friends in Kirkwall. Have you been with Riftwatch long?"

[noonrodeon]

Noon stops when she does, leaning his rake against one of her tidily folded snow drifts and ambling over to her. His demeanor doesn't change, just shifts from the loud, pointed friendliness to something more loose limbed and relaxed. He pulls a flask from the depths of his coat, uncaps it, takes a swig and then offers it to her

"Nah, some of them gawkers are just trouble makers," Noon says easily, "But I been around Kirkwall not yet ten year now. Used to sell game in Lowtown. Did some escort and scout work for the Hightown types before that. Just signed up with Riftwatch not too long ago.
You?"