WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
Having most certainly used the staircase, Derrica has occupied the space beside Laura, elbows on the stone. There's a storm rolling in slowly from far out at sea, and the air is heavy with the possibility of rain.
With her chin pillowed on one hand, Derrica tips her head and says, "I heard you and Matthias have moved into the same room."
There's a gentle, teasing lilt to her tone. This is good news, surely.
Laura glances over when Derrica joins her, giving her a little smile. Derrica is one of those people with whom she can stand in silence, looking at the waves, and never wonder if she needs to say something. When she's supposed to talk is always clear - if only because Derrica asks a question.
A cheerful one, something that might have startled her in months or years before. Right now, she mostly looks shy. "You noticed."
"It is...nice." She doesn't know how to explain the breadth of it, how their possessions intermingle and the cat sleeps between their legs and he never wakes her. The best she can come up with is, "I sleep better."
At the thought of a gift, Laura's head tilts, curious. "Is that customary?"
"In some places, yes," Derrica answers, though she stalls after, unsure of how exactly to go on. Mages tend not to have tradition in this way; Derrica understands the anomaly of it. What she ways next is a sort of compromise, skirting away from Rivain as she explains, "I've traveled more than most people, and I like the idea of it. Gifts to mark an occasion like this."
To bring luck and good fortune, things Derrica thought Matthias and Laura could use, even though they're safely insulated within Riftwatch. (Mostly. The new-arrived Seeker and the small contingent of templars have not gone unnoticed.) Straightening from her slouch, she asks, "Do you want me to give it to you?"
"I wouldn't refuse a gift." That would be rude, and unnecessarily so; Laura's come to enjoy presents. They're surprises that rarely lead to harm or unhappiness.
And a gift from Derrica is going to be thoughtful and kind. That's who Derrica is.
Derrica smiles wide in answer, pleased, before undoing the latch of her satchel.
"It's not the kind of gift that keeps," she says, a little apologetic, as she draws a jar of honey from her bag and sets it on the stone between them. Her second dive into her satchel retrieves a cloth-wrapped parcel, which is deposited beside the jar. "But it's a sort of tradition when people make a home together to give them things like this."
And as far as Derrica is concerned, that is what Matthias and Laura are doing together. They've come together to build a little home for themselves within the Gallows, and maybe one day, they'll build something else together, somewhere else.
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With her chin pillowed on one hand, Derrica tips her head and says, "I heard you and Matthias have moved into the same room."
There's a gentle, teasing lilt to her tone. This is good news, surely.
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A cheerful one, something that might have startled her in months or years before. Right now, she mostly looks shy. "You noticed."
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It had been hard to miss Matthias glowing his way through the Gallows. Even if Laura is more reserved, Derrica can see some of that in her too.
"Can I give you a gift? Something for both of you?"
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At the thought of a gift, Laura's head tilts, curious. "Is that customary?"
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To bring luck and good fortune, things Derrica thought Matthias and Laura could use, even though they're safely insulated within Riftwatch. (Mostly. The new-arrived Seeker and the small contingent of templars have not gone unnoticed.) Straightening from her slouch, she asks, "Do you want me to give it to you?"
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And a gift from Derrica is going to be thoughtful and kind. That's who Derrica is.
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"It's not the kind of gift that keeps," she says, a little apologetic, as she draws a jar of honey from her bag and sets it on the stone between them. Her second dive into her satchel retrieves a cloth-wrapped parcel, which is deposited beside the jar. "But it's a sort of tradition when people make a home together to give them things like this."
And as far as Derrica is concerned, that is what Matthias and Laura are doing together. They've come together to build a little home for themselves within the Gallows, and maybe one day, they'll build something else together, somewhere else.