war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[doneisdone]

She snorts in dry amusement at Dick's pragmatism, and even more so at how the joint is being passed back and forth. What a company they are.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she remarks, watching him work, "will you be long?"

[nonvenomous]

“No.”

One last strap tightened around the middle and Richard rolls the beast over like a finished hoagie to slip a rope deft through a loop between the shoulders. Thot helps, or at least “helps,” nipping at the threaded end to pull it through for him to tie the knot. And so on.

“Fortuitous timing for your return.”

hits this even tho I have no answers yet, bc banter is still a thing

[doneisdone]

"Clever creature," Teren remarks, nodding toward Thot. "Fortuitous indeed. Are they ready?"