The man interrupting is lanky and a little shy, his voice quiet and accented — he gestures toward the ferry and then beyond it, across the water. He looks awkward for having to say anything at all, his weight shifting back and forth on the spot in endless fidget. "Sorry. Is this how I'll find my way across to the uh, 'Gallows'?" I'm meeting Gela Baynrac there."
He's got a letter in one of his hands all folded around to show some certain part, the writing curly. Perhaps the instructions it bears are not as simple as they should be.
NOOSE
Any attempt by Iona to fully explore the Gallows itself is halted instantly by the presence of a dog lingering in the courtyard. Anyone looking will find Iona fully sat down on the cobblestones with both hands on Noose, ruffling up his ears while the dog's tail thumps in slow, happy rhythm behind him. They're both easily pleased. He looks like Gela, a little, perhaps more like their father than he does Gela and their mother. Their eyes are the same shade of brown; while his hair is not long or curly, his eyebrows are thick.
Iona is talking, hushed, asking gentle questions. "D'you have a name, old man?" And, a little later (having given ample time for a reply), "Are you just anybody's dog, ae? Just anybody's dog, huh. You're nice. Gel said there are animals all over the place here."
DINING HALL
After checking who's around (looking for one person in particular but she is, helpfully, nowhere in sight) he leans across the table, careful not to put an elbow in his dinner (the food here's good and plenty, and maybe later he can go back for seconds if it looks like that's a thing you're allowed to do).
Iona keeps his voice low all the same. "How'dyou sign up to be here? What do you have to do?"
OPEN; a familiar face
"Pardon."
The man interrupting is lanky and a little shy, his voice quiet and accented — he gestures toward the ferry and then beyond it, across the water. He looks awkward for having to say anything at all, his weight shifting back and forth on the spot in endless fidget. "Sorry. Is this how I'll find my way across to the uh, 'Gallows'?" I'm meeting Gela Baynrac there."
He's got a letter in one of his hands all folded around to show some certain part, the writing curly. Perhaps the instructions it bears are not as simple as they should be.
NOOSE
Any attempt by Iona to fully explore the Gallows itself is halted instantly by the presence of a dog lingering in the courtyard. Anyone looking will find Iona fully sat down on the cobblestones with both hands on Noose, ruffling up his ears while the dog's tail thumps in slow, happy rhythm behind him. They're both easily pleased. He looks like Gela, a little, perhaps more like their father than he does Gela and their mother. Their eyes are the same shade of brown; while his hair is not long or curly, his eyebrows are thick.
Iona is talking, hushed, asking gentle questions. "D'you have a name, old man?" And, a little later (having given ample time for a reply), "Are you just anybody's dog, ae? Just anybody's dog, huh. You're nice. Gel said there are animals all over the place here."
DINING HALL
After checking who's around (looking for one person in particular but she is, helpfully, nowhere in sight) he leans across the table, careful not to put an elbow in his dinner (the food here's good and plenty, and maybe later he can go back for seconds if it looks like that's a thing you're allowed to do).
Iona keeps his voice low all the same. "How'dyou sign up to be here? What do you have to do?"