Elendor
A Day Off in the Village
Breveg and Verge decide to spend a day off together in the Village.
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Location: Shepherding Village, Trollshaws
IC Time: Dawn
Weather: Clear sky, brisk breeze.
Description: [Brev(#30997)] Dawn is here again, and the weather seems to be set fair, for the only clouds in an otherwise clear sky are a few wisps over toward the east and the brisk breeze soon whisks them away.
Brev emerges from the caravanserai, yawning, and his feet seem to wander aimlessly before at last he halts within clear view of the gates and settles him down against the back wall of someone's house. His spear is in one hand, and now he lays it across his lap that he may check the bindings. Perhaps today he intends to go hunting.
The soft crunching of leaves and twigs can be heard as a second figure follows several yards behind Breveg this one cloaked in a dark scarlet color. The woman's dark hair is let loose to freely blow in the wind her hair has gotten a bit longer during their journey here. The sudden halt of the sound of footsteps ahead of her causes the woman to slow down as she nears the man. In a soft voice, she says to him in Dunlending, "You're up early today." She smiles gently.
[Brev(#30997)] "Huh?" Brev turns to view the speaker, and unbidden his features brighten he scrubs at his face to hide the betraying smile, his hand rasping across the beard that's grown up since last summer. "Could say the same of you." His tone is light. "Thought I'd go hunting," he explains in the same tongue. "Might take that lad, Gidon, with me."
" Oh .. I see." Verge nods, and finally comes to a halt at a reasonable distance from Brev. " Gidon? I think he's a bit too young to go hunting with you, especially in this area. He's not familiar with this region, anyhow," she says, her smile fading now. " Perhaps I could accompany you two," she suggests, and reaches for a somewhat concealed dagger hanging at her side under the cloak and withdrawing it halfway, just to show Brev.
[Brev(#30997)] "No - no." Brev reacts with alarm to the sight of the dagger, actually springing up. "How am I supposed to focus on hunting if I'm continually looking over my shoulder for you?" His words are irritable, and he's wearing a scowl to match them. That fades, though, as he asks, more gently, "Feeling cooped up? I don't /have/ to go hunting today."
"I came along on this trip to be of -service-. And all I've been doing recently is being ordered to stay near the camp doing nothing useful, all for my safety. I'm getting quite restless because of this." Verge explains in an equally irritated tone of voice, as she places the dagger back into its sheathe. "Although, perhaps you're right. It wouldn't make any sense to endanger us both. And besides, I couldn't actually get much hunting done myself," she smiles self-mockingly. A pause, before she asks, "For how many more days are we going to stay here? Isn't it time that we moved along soon?"
[Brev(#30997)] "No, you couldn't," Brev agrees flatly. "But as to the moving on - you could help with that. We need supplies - and /you're/ the trader. Might as well make yourself useful, eh?" Verge may not see the wink, but she'll hear the sudden ripple of his amusement in his tone. "Though Kiern alone knows where we'll go. Keep hearing all these tales of trouble up north, and east lies .. who knows what. Carac was going to speak to that woman Cordy about that." He lowers his voice, and adds quietly, just in case there's some unseen listener who understands Dunael, "Figure some of us will check things out quietly. Reckon the locals are hiding something."
"But ... that can be tomorrow. What was it you wanted to do today? I'm all yours." His voice is only slightly mocking.
The hints of a smile tug at the woman's lips as Brev explains to her about being useful, and she nods as he goes on. Suddenly, when Breveg asks her what she would like to do - Verge is at a loss for ideas. She bites her lip gently as she ponders, trying to think up good ideas. "Well.. I'm not sure, really. I was hoping to help you out with whatever you needed to do," she explains. "I don't think there's anything really worthwhile doing here, in this village. I don't know many of the people, nor do I know the layout of the town very well." She turns her head slightly to the side, and fumbles with the edge of her sleeve as she speaks. "What is it that you needed to do, besides hunting?"
[Brev(#30997)] Put like that .. Brev keeps his mouth firmly closed while he affects a shrug - Verge will hear the leather creaking. "How should I know? Watch, listen ... not like the locals need much carpentry work done. They're annoyingly self-sufficient." He lets the words trail off, then asks, the grin on his lips echoed by the sudden amusement in his voice. "Depends whether you're asking needing or wanting."
He starts to move toward her, eying the side-turned head, then halts, recalling the spear he's still holding. Spear ... woman ... which would he rather have his hand on?
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The slight smirk on her face attempts to turn into a grin as she hears his last words, and she tilts her head back in Brev's direction. "Well, we could.. go take a walk around the village? I don't have anything particular in mind," she says. Taking a step to the side, she pauses and waits for Breveg to take the lead. "I really don't want to take your time away from anything," she insists.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's lips twitch. "But maybe /I/ want it." This time he makes no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.
He solves his dilemma by keeping the spear in his right hand, whilst his left reaches out to slide round Verge's shoulder if she will let him. "Maybe a walk outside the village?" he murmurs softly to her. "Too many eyes and ears interested in what's none of their bloody business." For a moment his tone is sour, but that fades as he adds, with a chuckle, "And I'm sure we could find something more interesting than hunting to occupy our time." There is a hint of a challenge in those final words.
The somewhat unexpected clutching of her shoulder causes Verge to tilt her head slightly, but she makes no move to resist it. She smirks, "This reminds me of that time in Creatrach last year, when you were planning to have me sneak out of the village by nightfall." She then begins to take a step or two forward, leading the way in a slow pace. "Now that I think about it.. it's been a while since I first met you, but I hardly know that much about you. I mean, where did you come from, originally? I suppose somewhere in Caerdh country.."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's arm, meeting with no resistance, tightens about Verge's shoulder. The words bring a sudden snort. "Kiern! I'd forgotten about that. Just think, you'd be sitting all cosy back in your house, without ever having taken up with Carac... or me." He detours their steps carefully round a puddle, but otherwise seems content to let Verge take the lead, given that, by coincidence or design, she's moving toward the gate.
"What's there to know? I was born in Caerdh, been there most of my life, one way or another. Creatrach first, then up north with Da. Once I was old enough I was made a carpenter's apprentice, then when that didn't work out I did this and that ... till Carac came along. There you go, a nice little history of a nobody." One that has brought them to the open gate. He hesitates, then prompts, "Your turn."
"Oh.." She grins at the mention of being a nobody as she walks unknowingly through an open gate. At his prompting, however, she does not recount her own history, but instead pries further into Brev's own background, "I hear that you're the son of Barseg, the old Ceann? He's your Da? I don't mean to pry too much.." There is a pause, and she appears as if she will say something more, but instead hesitates and remains silent as she continues onward.
[Brev(#30997)] "Hmm?" Brev glances at Verge as she hesitates, then shrugs, the motion easily felt. "Aye - of sorts. I'm just the bastard. Sorry if that offends you." He gives a bitter snort. "Cav was the heir." Now it is his turn to fall silent, a long pause. Almost it seems he will not speak again, but then he volunteers, "Oh, I suppose that if I raised a banner and marched in with an army at my back, I could stake claim to his lands, but - Kiern! Can you imagine doing that? Let Carac play the hero. I'm happier off living." His mouth twists in a smirk.
Which brings them to a fork in the path Brev pauses, and detours them off into the woods. "So? Do I get a life story?" he prompts. "Or do I just have to find other means to divert you?" His feet have halted, and he's leaning his spear against a tree to free up his other arm.
"Well.. if you really want to know -- my father is a hunter he mostly travels around southern Caerdh, which is where our home is. You've been near it when you and Carac were going to go South through Wulf country my home's just southeast of Kierkgard near the border. Anyway, I've been helping my father sell his wares for the past few years .. ever since I was around nineteen or eighteen." Verge takes a second to try and remember when, exactly. "Before that - well, I mostly stayed around the village we lived in. Didn't do much of anything interesting," Verge explains. "It started with me travelling to Kierkgard with my uncle to sell furs and such, and then I started travelling on my own eventually," she describes vaguely. "I've always been blind, in case you're wondering," she says after a short pause, with a hint of a smile. "I'm not even sure about the meaning of the word, exactly. I'm missing something that apparently others have, but I'm not quite sure how to describe that that thing. I guess.. it's just hard for me to imagine it."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev listens quietly to Verge's story, but at her final words he stares at her, perplexed. "It's-" His mouth opens and then shuts again. Can he even begin to describe the complexities of vision? Does he want to? "It's not important," he ends, lamely. "Just trust me when I say that I like what I see - and hear, and touch."
His right arm swings forward to Verge's other shoulder, so that he can pull the woman gently round to face him. "Whether you like me, we'll just have to find out, eh?" The little smile tugging at his lips is matched by the ripple of mirth in his tone, then he's leaning forward to make words superfluous.
The edges of her lips are tugged into a full smile, presumably after hearing what Brev says. The smile weakens a bit, however, when Brev pulls her by the shoulder to face him she knows all too well what he plans to do next. Standing in silence for a second, Verge finally decides to lean forward, as well, in an attempt to land a kiss on his lips. However, this might mean that she ends up bumping into him or missing it clumsily, since she can't tell he has leaned closer to her as well, making the distance a lot shorter than expected.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev, of course, has the advantage of sight he uses his arms to steady Verge, making the bump only a slight one. "Hey," he murmurs against her forehead. "I'm right here. See?" His arms are firm around her. "Or were you planning to make a run for it?" His grip slackens slightly, allowing the woman to pull away if she wishes.
"Oh!" A sudden reddish tinge comes flooding in to color her cheeks, upon realizing her little mistake. Perhaps she would've been better off not being inpatient. She simply lets out a small chuckle to ease the awkward moment, and straightens herself back into a normal position, leaning only slightly forward. With her right hand, she reaches up to the man's shoulder, and finds her way up to the side of his face, so that she has some idea of where exactly he is. She then allows him to take the final step, if he wishes Verge merely closing the distance between them a bit. There appears to be no one around the area - keeping them safe from any prying eyes.
Brev emerges from the caravanserai, yawning, and his feet seem to wander aimlessly before at last he halts within clear view of the gates and settles him down against the back wall of someone's house. His spear is in one hand, and now he lays it across his lap that he may check the bindings. Perhaps today he intends to go hunting.
The soft crunching of leaves and twigs can be heard as a second figure follows several yards behind Breveg this one cloaked in a dark scarlet color. The woman's dark hair is let loose to freely blow in the wind her hair has gotten a bit longer during their journey here. The sudden halt of the sound of footsteps ahead of her causes the woman to slow down as she nears the man. In a soft voice, she says to him in Dunlending, "You're up early today." She smiles gently.
[Brev(#30997)] "Huh?" Brev turns to view the speaker, and unbidden his features brighten he scrubs at his face to hide the betraying smile, his hand rasping across the beard that's grown up since last summer. "
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"I came along on this trip to be of -service-. And all I've been doing recently is being ordered to stay near the camp doing nothing useful, all for my safety. I'm getting quite restless because of this." Verge explains in an equally irritated tone of voice, as she places the dagger back into its sheathe. "Although, perhaps you're right. It wouldn't make any sense to endanger us both. And besides, I couldn't actually get much hunting done myself," she smiles self-mockingly. A pause, before she asks, "For how many more days are we going to stay here? Isn't it time that we moved along soon?"
[Brev(#30997)] "No, you couldn't," Brev agrees flatly. "But as to the moving on - you could help with that. We need supplies - and /you're/ the trader. Might as well make yourself useful, eh?" Verge may not see the wink, but she'll hear the sudden ripple of his amusement in his tone. "Though Kiern alone knows where we'll go. Keep hearing all these tales of trouble up north, and east lies .. who knows what. Carac was going to speak to that woman Cordy about that." He lowers his voice, and adds quietly, just in case there's some unseen listener who understands Dunael, "Figure some of us will check things out quietly. Reckon the locals are hiding something."
"But ... that can be tomorrow. What was it you wanted to do today? I'm all yours." His voice is only slightly mocking.
The hints of a smile tug at the woman's lips as Brev explains to her about being useful, and she nods as he goes on. Suddenly, when Breveg asks her what she would like to do - Verge is at a loss for ideas. She bites her lip gently as she ponders, trying to think up good ideas. "Well.. I'm not sure, really. I was hoping to help you out with whatever you needed to do," she explains. "I don't think there's anything really worthwhile doing here, in this village. I don't know many of the people, nor do I know the layout of the town very well." She turns her head slightly to the side, and fumbles with the edge of her sleeve as she speaks. "What is it that you needed to do, besides hunting?"
[Brev(#30997)] Put like that .. Brev keeps his mouth firmly closed while he affects a shrug - Verge will hear the leather creaking. "How should I know? Watch, listen ... not like the locals need much carpentry work done. They're annoyingly self-sufficient." He lets the words trail off, then asks, the grin on his lips echoed by the sudden amusement in his voice. "Depends whether you're asking needing or wanting."
He starts to move toward her, eying the side-turned head, then halts, recalling the spear he's still holding. Spear ... woman ... which would he rather have his hand on?
Rochwen has disconnected.
The slight smirk on her face attempts to turn into a grin as she hears his last words, and she tilts her head back in Brev's direction. "Well, we could.. go take a walk around the village? I don't have anything particular in mind," she says. Taking a step to the side, she pauses and waits for Breveg to take the lead. "I really don't want to take your time away from anything," she insists.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's lips twitch. "But maybe /I/ want it." This time he makes no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.
He solves his dilemma by keeping the spear in his right hand, whilst his left reaches out to slide round Verge's shoulder if she will let him. "Maybe a walk outside the village?" he murmurs softly to her. "Too many eyes and ears interested in what's none of their bloody business." For a moment his tone is sour, but that fades as he adds, with a chuckle, "And I'm sure we could find something more interesting than hunting to occupy our time." There is a hint of a challenge in those final words.
The somewhat unexpected clutching of her shoulder causes Verge to tilt her head slightly, but she makes no move to resist it. She smirks, "This reminds me of that time in Creatrach last year, when you were planning to have me sneak out of the village by nightfall." She then begins to take a step or two forward, leading the way in a slow pace. "Now that I think about it.. it's been a while since I first met you, but I hardly know that much about you. I mean, where did you come from, originally? I suppose somewhere in Caerdh country.."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev's arm, meeting with no resistance, tightens about Verge's shoulder. The words bring a sudden snort. "Kiern! I'd forgotten about that. Just think, you'd be sitting all cosy back in your house, without ever having taken up with Carac... or me." He detours their steps carefully round a puddle, but otherwise seems content to let Verge take the lead, given that, by coincidence or design, she's moving toward the gate.
"What's there to know? I was born in Caerdh, been there most of my life, one way or another. Creatrach first, then up north with Da. Once I was old enough I was made a carpenter's apprentice, then when that didn't work out I did this and that ... till Carac came along. There you go, a nice little history of a nobody." One that has brought them to the open gate. He hesitates, then prompts, "Your turn."
"Oh.." She grins at the mention of being a nobody as she walks unknowingly through an open gate. At his prompting, however, she does not recount her own history, but instead pries further into Brev's own background, "I hear that you're the son of Barseg, the old Ceann? He's your Da? I don't mean to pry too much.." There is a pause, and she appears as if she will say something more, but instead hesitates and remains silent as she continues onward.
[Brev(#30997)] "Hmm?" Brev glances at Verge as she hesitates, then shrugs, the motion easily felt. "Aye - of sorts. I'm just the bastard. Sorry if that offends you." He gives a bitter snort. "Cav was the heir." Now it is his turn to fall silent, a long pause. Almost it seems he will not speak again, but then he volunteers, "Oh, I suppose that if I raised a banner and marched in with an army at my back, I could stake claim to his lands, but - Kiern! Can you imagine doing that? Let Carac play the hero. I'm happier off living." His mouth twists in a smirk.
Which brings them to a fork in the path Brev pauses, and detours them off into the woods. "So? Do I get a life story?" he prompts. "Or do I just have to find other means to divert you?" His feet have halted, and he's leaning his spear against a tree to free up his other arm.
"Well.. if you really want to know -- my father is a hunter he mostly travels around southern Caerdh, which is where our home is. You've been near it when you and Carac were going to go South through Wulf country my home's just southeast of Kierkgard near the border. Anyway, I've been helping my father sell his wares for the past few years .. ever since I was around nineteen or eighteen." Verge takes a second to try and remember when, exactly. "Before that - well, I mostly stayed around the village we lived in. Didn't do much of anything interesting," Verge explains. "It started with me travelling to Kierkgard with my uncle to sell furs and such, and then I started travelling on my own eventually," she describes vaguely. "I've always been blind, in case you're wondering," she says after a short pause, with a hint of a smile. "I'm not even sure about the meaning of the word, exactly. I'm missing something that apparently others have, but I'm not quite sure how to describe that that thing. I guess.. it's just hard for me to imagine it."
[Brev(#30997)] Brev listens quietly to Verge's story, but at her final words he stares at her, perplexed. "It's-" His mouth opens and then shuts again. Can he even begin to describe the complexities of vision? Does he want to? "It's not important," he ends, lamely. "Just trust me when I say that I like what I see - and hear, and touch."
His right arm swings forward to Verge's other shoulder, so that he can pull the woman gently round to face him. "Whether you like me, we'll just have to find out, eh?" The little smile tugging at his lips is matched by the ripple of mirth in his tone, then he's leaning forward to make words superfluous.
The edges of her lips are tugged into a full smile, presumably after hearing what Brev says. The smile weakens a bit, however, when Brev pulls her by the shoulder to face him she knows all too well what he plans to do next. Standing in silence for a second, Verge finally decides to lean forward, as well, in an attempt to land a kiss on his lips. However, this might mean that she ends up bumping into him or missing it clumsily, since she can't tell he has leaned closer to her as well, making the distance a lot shorter than expected.
[Brev(#30997)] Brev, of course, has the advantage of sight he uses his arms to steady Verge, making the bump only a slight one. "Hey," he murmurs against her forehead. "I'm right here. See?" His arms are firm around her. "Or were you planning to make a run for it?" His grip slackens slightly, allowing the woman to pull away if she wishes.
"Oh!" A sudden reddish tinge comes flooding in to color her cheeks, upon realizing her little mistake. Perhaps she would've been better off not being inpatient. She simply lets out a small chuckle to ease the awkward moment, and straightens herself back into a normal position, leaning only slightly forward. With her right hand, she reaches up to the man's shoulder, and finds her way up to the side of his face, so that she has some idea of where exactly he is. She then allows him to take the final step, if he wishes Verge merely closing the distance between them a bit. There appears to be no one around the area - keeping them safe from any prying eyes.
Players: Brev, Verge
Located in: Dunlending
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