Jorah focused on the task of the rabbit, the business it gave his hands easing his mind. He bent over it burdened half with concern of where he needed to be next and half with curiosity about the mad warden. Jorah rarely met those of this faction, their concern always with the otherworldly and their presence always so close to death. It was near suicide to become one - and a rational Crow would often scoff at the army of fools. His thumb pressed on the knife splitting skin from ribcage, and he swallowed another question, glancing up at her, and then back to the rabbit.
She had scars all over her face that were but shadows until their campfire illuminated their deep scrawls. Her fire-bright eyes glowed like a cat's, highlighting the predatory way she worked on her own rabbit across from him. Despite their truce, her presence still prickled at his mind to be wary. Still, he tried to hide this, like he hid his name and rank amongst the Talons - she didn't need to know. But what he wanted to know was how such a woman could be molded into this. What had happened to her family? Had she given up on love? What sort of person drank the poison-blood of darkspawn. While he'd met Elvish women before, some even crows, none let their monsters dance so freely about.
He ripped the last bit of sinew that connected the fur to carcass, and finally broke the silence between them.
[color=orange]"Why did you drink the blood?"[/color] he asked plainly, looking at her, pausing all intents upon the food despite his great hunger.
She had scars all over her face that were but shadows until their campfire illuminated their deep scrawls. Her fire-bright eyes glowed like a cat's, highlighting the predatory way she worked on her own rabbit across from him. Despite their truce, her presence still prickled at his mind to be wary. Still, he tried to hide this, like he hid his name and rank amongst the Talons - she didn't need to know. But what he wanted to know was how such a woman could be molded into this. What had happened to her family? Had she given up on love? What sort of person drank the poison-blood of darkspawn. While he'd met Elvish women before, some even crows, none let their monsters dance so freely about.
He ripped the last bit of sinew that connected the fur to carcass, and finally broke the silence between them.
[color=orange]"Why did you drink the blood?"[/color] he asked plainly, looking at her, pausing all intents upon the food despite his great hunger.
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