Cats on a hot tin roof | closed

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WHO: Abby and Clarisse
WHAT: When you're in Forces and you assume you're being sent out to go stab bad guys but it's actually surprise home improvement #justgirlythings
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: A village several miles out of Kirkwall
NOTES: Rude language but aside from that

Well, the day's assignment from their Division Head is in.

Abby shows Clarisse the letter before she remembers and angles it back toward herself, skim-reading aloud. "Sharnwick's chantry took some damage in the last storm. They want a couple of us out there to... basically fix their roof up for them. I guess."

Doesn't exactly sound cool. It's no closing up a rift, or ambushing bandits hiding in bushes along the side of the road. She flips the letter over looking for a catch but that's all it is: a very nicely worded letter, asking Riftwatch for their help and please and thank you, Andraste preserve you. Why they can't do it themselves she has no clue but they'll definitely get brownie points for it. She makes a face at the signature, one Alderman Warrenus, and looks to Clarisse. Shrugs.

"Flint's orders." Bet he was laughing as he signed it off... "Could take horses."

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"I'm not gonna!" Hard to argue her case when she won't open her eyes at all, or speak loudly. She's gritting her teeth together and it's making them hurt. She doesn't really think that they're going to fall, though. Clarisse wouldn't take her up here in the first place if she thought there was a chance of that. Right? Right??

It takes her another five minutes of clinging and not saying anything at all before she finally clears her throat, finds some words.

"Ellis has been helping me practice flying."

Fat load of good it's fucking done, but still.

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So this is Abby flying with help, huh. Clarisse shakes her head, a wry smile on her face. What? Nobody can see it.

"I can help you practice, too," she offers. If Abby wants. "I won't even let Blunder do flips or anything." Not that she really can, without crashing... barrel rolls, though, sure.

After a few moments she adds, "Are your eyes closed?"

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"Mm. We'll see." Abby thinks she'd like that, actually. Especially if Blunder won't do any flips. The more exposure therapy she gets the quicker she'll get over feeling like this, right. It all helps.

She shifts her weight around a little. "No." They are closed tightly, but how would Clarisse know? If Abby said they were closed she'd just get bullied into taking a peek... "My eyeballs are cold."

Really selling it, here.