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eachdraidh2014-12-12 09:42 pm
enjoymyatelier) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-12 09:42 pm
002 [OPEN TO BOTH COURTS | AUDIO]
...right. So, I certainly still have this thing, so I suppose I can use it to ask for a bit of advice.
[Kayneth sounds really, really tired, more than a little haggard, and at least a little cold. At least having a fur coat is... kind of helping? Okay, maybe not. He has been eating deer for like five days and he has no idea where he is, and the fact that he is a small carnivore is probably keeping the taste from being a bit rank so there's that, at least...
But really.
The outdoors are awful, and even more so when you are a polecat. How do most mammals tolerate it?]
Let's presume that you were somewhere between Mair and Eaglais, and you began traveling north at a somewhat impaired speed because you were hoping to head for the Station's fairy ring and your horse... well, horses are absolutely terrible creatures, or at least this one was.
[Translation... it may have been spooked during a failed trapping attempt during the hunt for the White Hart. He doesn't want to talk about it, nor does he want to talk about the fact that he is now a polecat.
These two events may be related.]
It's been five days, and you've apparently hit a river bank and there is absolutely no bridge in sight. Are... there any ferries that traverse the River Astar? At all? ...Is anyone even traveling that way? I'd really rather make it the whole way myself, but this is getting positively Sisyphean and I'd really not want to run out of supplies before getting anywhere. I'd take a video, but absolutely everything looks the same here and I have no idea if any of this is remarkable at all.
...wait, is that ---
[...he goes silent for a moment or two.]
...ah, and it's started snowing.
[There's a long, heavy sigh.]
I'm beginning to suspect I'm not terribly fond of the great outdoors, really.
[Kayneth sounds really, really tired, more than a little haggard, and at least a little cold. At least having a fur coat is... kind of helping? Okay, maybe not. He has been eating deer for like five days and he has no idea where he is, and the fact that he is a small carnivore is probably keeping the taste from being a bit rank so there's that, at least...
But really.
The outdoors are awful, and even more so when you are a polecat. How do most mammals tolerate it?]
Let's presume that you were somewhere between Mair and Eaglais, and you began traveling north at a somewhat impaired speed because you were hoping to head for the Station's fairy ring and your horse... well, horses are absolutely terrible creatures, or at least this one was.
[Translation... it may have been spooked during a failed trapping attempt during the hunt for the White Hart. He doesn't want to talk about it, nor does he want to talk about the fact that he is now a polecat.
These two events may be related.]
It's been five days, and you've apparently hit a river bank and there is absolutely no bridge in sight. Are... there any ferries that traverse the River Astar? At all? ...Is anyone even traveling that way? I'd really rather make it the whole way myself, but this is getting positively Sisyphean and I'd really not want to run out of supplies before getting anywhere. I'd take a video, but absolutely everything looks the same here and I have no idea if any of this is remarkable at all.
...wait, is that ---
[...he goes silent for a moment or two.]
...ah, and it's started snowing.
[There's a long, heavy sigh.]
I'm beginning to suspect I'm not terribly fond of the great outdoors, really.
private voice »
Ah, well, I really could have stood to give a better showing, but I'll keep it in mind. Let me know if you should need aid again, will you? This world has been a bit difficult to adjust to, and I'd like to give it another go, and properly.
private voice »
Properly, my lord? Was it not proper the last time?
private voice »
[Really, he should invest in some kind of faster travel...]
Ah, by the way, how is Cothromach faring?
private voice »
[ beg pardon, but she will not spare too much breath upon the details. kind though he has been to help her, she knows better than to broadcast just any old description. and waver's own judgement of character rings long and noticed in her memory. ]
She heals because she has strong metalworkers and labourers to tend to her.
private voice »
Good, good. The gates were the important thing I was concerned about, anyway --- and who knows? Perhaps they'll be grander still than the originals.