Singing with a rumbly, rugged baritone to himself was a distraction from the void of trust between each of them. He sang selfishly in a low voice that rose louder at his favorite parts. At these lines, he might close his eyes, or step in time, or tenderly touch a tree as if it were soft. Sometimes he would glance at the elf, who would shoot glares at him, and he'd settle back down until he forgot himself again in another song and their unspoken argument repeated.
It was like this for miles until nightfall, at which point he was tasked to set up camp. Eager to show off his usefulness, he turned this way and that, grabbing the obvious pieces of dry wood about him. "A fire it shall be," he said confidently, for at least he had a piece of flint in his pocket. But when he turned around to see if she was pleased, he found himself alone.
For the first moment his lack of trust prevailed, and he looked around and leaned into the shadow the tree she gestured towards a minute ago, listening. Then he let out a disgruntled breath, shook his head and tossed what he'd gathered into the beginning of a pile. If she had intended to leave him, she would have done it ages ago, surely, instead of now.
Jorah did not struggle to put together kindling thanks to his flint. He was never good with the bow drill, and hadn't practiced using one in years. He built the fire in a pit he dug with a flat stone. He set some rocks and pebbles to warm for fixing water. He had quite some time to think as he gathered wild blueberries, meager fair but something.
Rylee was dangerous, and perhaps she was only cooperating with him to deal with the hardships of the woods. He remembered the glint of greed in her eye when she asked him to become a warden. The cult had never appealed to him, and thankfully, her threats stopped at her words. Maybe what he had offered her, a favor owed by the crows, would be enough to satisfy her. He wondered what had drawn her to the wardens, what had made her so mad with bloodlust, and how she had learned to fight like a black graceful cat.
When she returned, he stood, staring at her as she dropped a rabbit at his feet. His brow furrowed as he slowly bent down, picked up the game, but did not begin to skin it. He just held it, looking like he had something to stay, feeling he had something to say, but the words were lost. He didn't like her disappearing for that long, he didn't want to insult her. His hands betrayed his nervousness as he held the rabbit.
[color=orange]'It would have been..." (don't say 'better,' he thought) "faster if you took me with you,"[/color] he finally decided to say, obscuring his instinctual emotions to stay close to her in this wilderness. A part of felt scared alone, and another part of him felt scared for her. They had spoken earlier of her welcome for death. But to Jorah, this thought was like burning a masterpiece or killing a horse in its prime or taking a sacred a holiday and erasing it. There were no simple words to describe it, so he finally looked down at the rabbit, sat, and began to skin it in a bothered manner, not singing.
(note: bard training lets go. also, i saw what you did there with the brace, lol. also gosh i forgot if jorah had a dagger or not, so im just gonna assume he has one now, and if he didn't before, maybe perhaps rylee gave a small utility one to him.)
It was like this for miles until nightfall, at which point he was tasked to set up camp. Eager to show off his usefulness, he turned this way and that, grabbing the obvious pieces of dry wood about him. "A fire it shall be," he said confidently, for at least he had a piece of flint in his pocket. But when he turned around to see if she was pleased, he found himself alone.
For the first moment his lack of trust prevailed, and he looked around and leaned into the shadow the tree she gestured towards a minute ago, listening. Then he let out a disgruntled breath, shook his head and tossed what he'd gathered into the beginning of a pile. If she had intended to leave him, she would have done it ages ago, surely, instead of now.
Jorah did not struggle to put together kindling thanks to his flint. He was never good with the bow drill, and hadn't practiced using one in years. He built the fire in a pit he dug with a flat stone. He set some rocks and pebbles to warm for fixing water. He had quite some time to think as he gathered wild blueberries, meager fair but something.
Rylee was dangerous, and perhaps she was only cooperating with him to deal with the hardships of the woods. He remembered the glint of greed in her eye when she asked him to become a warden. The cult had never appealed to him, and thankfully, her threats stopped at her words. Maybe what he had offered her, a favor owed by the crows, would be enough to satisfy her. He wondered what had drawn her to the wardens, what had made her so mad with bloodlust, and how she had learned to fight like a black graceful cat.
When she returned, he stood, staring at her as she dropped a rabbit at his feet. His brow furrowed as he slowly bent down, picked up the game, but did not begin to skin it. He just held it, looking like he had something to stay, feeling he had something to say, but the words were lost. He didn't like her disappearing for that long, he didn't want to insult her. His hands betrayed his nervousness as he held the rabbit.
[color=orange]'It would have been..." (don't say 'better,' he thought) "faster if you took me with you,"[/color] he finally decided to say, obscuring his instinctual emotions to stay close to her in this wilderness. A part of felt scared alone, and another part of him felt scared for her. They had spoken earlier of her welcome for death. But to Jorah, this thought was like burning a masterpiece or killing a horse in its prime or taking a sacred a holiday and erasing it. There were no simple words to describe it, so he finally looked down at the rabbit, sat, and began to skin it in a bothered manner, not singing.
(note: bard training lets go. also, i saw what you did there with the brace, lol. also gosh i forgot if jorah had a dagger or not, so im just gonna assume he has one now, and if he didn't before, maybe perhaps rylee gave a small utility one to him.)
09-14-2023, 10:57 AM
