WHO: Ellis + OTA WHAT: Homecoming WHEN: Guardian WHERE: Kirkwall NOTES: Thread collection. Closed and open starters in the comments. Holler if you want something bespoke or drop in a wildcard, I'll roll with it.
Thot is permitted. The light prickle of tooth and claw is a welcome thing, even as Ruadh rumbles in grumpy warning.
She has been of service. More so than Ellis thinks Silas might realize, and more than Ellis is capable of explaining. (He's already said too much aloud to Silas, and there are things not meant for him to carry.) So there is quiet, Ellis' attention turned down to Thot while awareness of Silas' scrutiny hums at the periphery of his thoughts.
"Let me know when you're ready," Ellis says finally. The matter Silas has raised doesn't feel exactly settled, but Ellis can see no other way forward in this conversation. "I'd like to speak to the Scoutmaster together."
Unsurprisingly, Ellis is out of his depth when it comes to spywork. Hopefully Silas will be able to close that gap, present a cohesive idea for them to act upon, to Yseult.
Making a list, submitting it to the Scoutmaster for criticism within days of remarking upon the carelessness with which they use Eluvians to cast Rifters down the throat of the Tevinter Imperium. Why wouldn’t this be well received.
Now Ellis and Ruadh the mabari are in his quarters and he must wait for them to leave, pushed back to his desk by their joined presence now as he’d been pressed to the hearth earlier. Thot is less bothered, still using the dog to anchor herself in spite of his grumbling. She does recede, teeth put away with a last rasping lick, her wide eyes yellowed in the firelight.
Silas isn't made to wait long. Ellis understands they've reached a conclusion.
Ruadh teeth nip after Thot, one last little expression of affection before heaving to his feet with a deep rumble of complaint as Ellis says, "You know where to find me when you've finished."
And with a single, soft whistle, Ellis makes for the door with Ruadh trotting along behind him.
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She has been of service. More so than Ellis thinks Silas might realize, and more than Ellis is capable of explaining. (He's already said too much aloud to Silas, and there are things not meant for him to carry.) So there is quiet, Ellis' attention turned down to Thot while awareness of Silas' scrutiny hums at the periphery of his thoughts.
"Let me know when you're ready," Ellis says finally. The matter Silas has raised doesn't feel exactly settled, but Ellis can see no other way forward in this conversation. "I'd like to speak to the Scoutmaster together."
Unsurprisingly, Ellis is out of his depth when it comes to spywork. Hopefully Silas will be able to close that gap, present a cohesive idea for them to act upon, to Yseult.
no subject
Making a list, submitting it to the Scoutmaster for criticism within days of remarking upon the carelessness with which they use Eluvians to cast Rifters down the throat of the Tevinter Imperium. Why wouldn’t this be well received.
Now Ellis and Ruadh the mabari are in his quarters and he must wait for them to leave, pushed back to his desk by their joined presence now as he’d been pressed to the hearth earlier. Thot is less bothered, still using the dog to anchor herself in spite of his grumbling. She does recede, teeth put away with a last rasping lick, her wide eyes yellowed in the firelight.
a long delayed bow to slap on this thread
Ruadh teeth nip after Thot, one last little expression of affection before heaving to his feet with a deep rumble of complaint as Ellis says, "You know where to find me when you've finished."
And with a single, soft whistle, Ellis makes for the door with Ruadh trotting along behind him.