vanishing army - the a-team [closed]

[sulahnan]

WHO: Adrasteia and Athessa
WHAT: Rudely being awoken by Nevarrans
WHEN: earlier in the month
WHERE: Orlais, Fields of Ghislain
NOTES: Report

Searching north/northeast from Ghislain toward the Tevinter border and Lake Stelle.

The whole area they're flying over is farmland, and they'll notice spring work beginning in the fields below them. The villages and small towns that dot it have suffered under occupation much the same as those in the lower Fields of Ghislain that Riftwatch visited in August/Kingsway, and they'll fly over occasional burned fields and ruined buildings. But further south and east they'll also see signs of rebuilding in progress, and may spot a Nevarran patrol or two.

They'll also get hassled by one when they camp for the night, rudely awakened by a party of Nevarran soldiers with Van Markham insignia. But once they convince them that they're Riftwatch (the griffons won't hurt), they'll be allowed to go, with assurances that no big Tevinter force has passed through this area, but a note that their surveillance has seen an uptick in traffic heading from Perendale to Tevinter.

Comments

[sulahnan]

Athessa pretends to consider it, pursing her lips and tipping her head this way and that. But no, it isn't fair and it wouldn't make sense to do that.

"Nah. Better to just get back and hope the next job is boring enough to sleep through."

[kantikoy]

"Alright." Adrasteia smiles in Athessa's direction. "I'm glad you were here, at least." She's not sure that someone human wouldn't have outed her as a Grey Warden to people who've likely fought against them, at this point in the war.

Plus, she just likes Athessa.

Either way, there's a camp to pack up now, and griffons to be properly fed, before they head back to Kirkwall.

[sulahnan]

"I'm not the one who healed that kid's hand," she points out, and carries some of the gear over to lash to Chawcey's saddle. "Which is a good thing, you know. All I could do is smear some leafy goop on it."

She chuckles to herself about how differently those soldiers' stories would play out if they'd been sent off with a goopy, ruined hand instead of no harm done and a story to tell in bars to impress people.

[kantikoy]

"Well." Adrasteia shakes her head. "I couldn't just leave his hand like that, even if he did deserve it for being a bit of an idiot and not listening to us. Also, who approaches a beast of that size so brazenly to begin with?"

More gear packing, and her's goes to Potato, who wants to sit on Adrasteia; she allows the griffon this moment, scratching along feathers and petting her beak. "Soldiers taste gross, don't they sweetie? Yes. Yes they do. I'm glad you didn't bother."

[sulahnan]

At the same moment that Adrasteia is talking to Potato, Athessa is snatching something out of Chawcey's beak and saying, "Get that outta your mouth, bird-brain!"

Chawcey looks offended, and Athessa stares him down for a beat before giving in and ruffling the feathers on his neck affectionately. They do this often.

"I don't think Chawcey thinks anything is gross. Back in Nevarra he kept trying to eat undead dragon flesh."

[kantikoy]

She can't help it; she laughs, loudly, at watching the standoff between Athessa and Chawcey. And then when Athessa tells her that he'd tried eating undead dragon flesh her laughter reaches to the point of tears streaming down her face and breaths being gasped in between.

It takes her a moment to compose herself, arms wrapped around the griffon in her lap (who is just thrilled with this turn of events, really; Adrasteia too amused to move means she won't be unseated from the elf's lap immediately) and even then, there's an eruption of giggles here and there.

"Oh, Maker." She breathes deep, in and out. "Sorry for that, but I think I needed it. Undead dragon meat, ugh." Adrasteia sticks out her tongue.