CAMP Another excursion, another slew of problems to oversee. At least, this time, most were about how could they progress past Sahrnia itself and out into the hills and Emprise proper, and what they could do for the people there, rather than tents sinking into peat, or undead cats.
Harding sets to work easily enough, directing scouts and people here and there and spending time with the locals to find out if there's anything specific they need, if there's anything lost out there in the snowy landscape that they could perhaps retrieve. She makes sure people go as needed, checks in with them, writes up progress. All in a day's work for the Lead Scout.
TENT, WITH GAVIN Gavin, of all people.
The last time they had shared a tent, he'd told her he was going outside to check on something and had actually meant, I'm going to check on the entire Fallow Mire.
Here's to hoping that won't be a repeat performance. She wistfully hopes so. The snow is better than the rain, but everything is just as soggy and she has enough of a headache without Scout Ashara disappearing into the snow. Not that that seems to be a problem, presently, with the night as cold as it is, Harding curled up in her respective corner and used to sleeping out in a tent, given that's where she slept in Skyhold.
Except that she didn't share it with Gavin, and Gavin had a habit of getting closer, and closer, and closer. Harding bunkers down in her corner, half asleep, ignoring that. He won't actually latch onto her for warmth. Surely not. He values his life more than that, doesn't he?
Harding, camp | open
Another excursion, another slew of problems to oversee. At least, this time, most were about how could they progress past Sahrnia itself and out into the hills and Emprise proper, and what they could do for the people there, rather than tents sinking into peat, or undead cats.
Harding sets to work easily enough, directing scouts and people here and there and spending time with the locals to find out if there's anything specific they need, if there's anything lost out there in the snowy landscape that they could perhaps retrieve. She makes sure people go as needed, checks in with them, writes up progress. All in a day's work for the Lead Scout.
TENT, WITH GAVIN
Gavin, of all people.
The last time they had shared a tent, he'd told her he was going outside to check on something and had actually meant, I'm going to check on the entire Fallow Mire.
Here's to hoping that won't be a repeat performance. She wistfully hopes so. The snow is better than the rain, but everything is just as soggy and she has enough of a headache without Scout Ashara disappearing into the snow. Not that that seems to be a problem, presently, with the night as cold as it is, Harding curled up in her respective corner and used to sleeping out in a tent, given that's where she slept in Skyhold.
Except that she didn't share it with Gavin, and Gavin had a habit of getting closer, and closer, and closer. Harding bunkers down in her corner, half asleep, ignoring that. He won't actually latch onto her for warmth. Surely not. He values his life more than that, doesn't he?
WILDCARD. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!