With their introductions made and her first, and only real question thus far, answered, they set on their way. Andor hopped up to Ceren's shoulder, head swiveling all about to allow his large, rarely blinking eyes, to take in their surroundings. Their escort, however, was rather unceremoniously pulled away by some runner come to fetch him. Ceren blinked after them after he made his quick apologies and farewells.
"Is it a good thing or a bad thing, do you think, that they don't actually seem to care if we have an escort?" Ceren posed the question, not really expecting an answer. "Oh well. Never really cared for babysitters." She shrugged and Andor flapped his wings at being jostled.
Ceren was launching Andor back into the air from her arm a while later when Esme posed her question. Ceren watched Andor beat his wings, climbing slowly through the air as she thought of her answer. "Mostly it was the banns raiding each other." she said, turning and angling her head up toward Esme. "Food and all was scarce, and I guess they figured the best option was to make it scarcer by fighting over it and burning what they couldn't keep. Learned most of my fighting in those years." Ceren's mouth turned down at one corner and her nose scrunched up at what memories that rekindled. Valuable memories... but not good ones.
"I don't much remember the darkspawn, for truth, though I know they must've been about." her expression changed at the words, having someone surprised herself with the thought. "But lots of the Bannorn was burned after, for one reason or another. That's what I remember the most, all the ash." She looked back up at Esme again, unsure if her answer had been helpful at all.
Andor called from somewhere above and Ceren swiveled her gaze in the general direction. Her brow furrowed as she sensed, through whatever that bond was between them, what he could communicate. "Huh..." she breathed, the furrow of her brow deepening. Then she chuckled. "He's hungry, and frustrated. Not a lot to hunt the way we're going. Bad luck for him but... maybe not for us?" Ceren gave Esme a smile and picked up her pace.
"Is it a good thing or a bad thing, do you think, that they don't actually seem to care if we have an escort?" Ceren posed the question, not really expecting an answer. "Oh well. Never really cared for babysitters." She shrugged and Andor flapped his wings at being jostled.
Ceren was launching Andor back into the air from her arm a while later when Esme posed her question. Ceren watched Andor beat his wings, climbing slowly through the air as she thought of her answer. "Mostly it was the banns raiding each other." she said, turning and angling her head up toward Esme. "Food and all was scarce, and I guess they figured the best option was to make it scarcer by fighting over it and burning what they couldn't keep. Learned most of my fighting in those years." Ceren's mouth turned down at one corner and her nose scrunched up at what memories that rekindled. Valuable memories... but not good ones.
"I don't much remember the darkspawn, for truth, though I know they must've been about." her expression changed at the words, having someone surprised herself with the thought. "But lots of the Bannorn was burned after, for one reason or another. That's what I remember the most, all the ash." She looked back up at Esme again, unsure if her answer had been helpful at all.
Andor called from somewhere above and Ceren swiveled her gaze in the general direction. Her brow furrowed as she sensed, through whatever that bond was between them, what he could communicate. "Huh..." she breathed, the furrow of her brow deepening. Then she chuckled. "He's hungry, and frustrated. Not a lot to hunt the way we're going. Bad luck for him but... maybe not for us?" Ceren gave Esme a smile and picked up her pace.
02-04-2025, 07:27 PM
