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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.
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Just... how long have you been here, exactly...?
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In my defense, magic killed my King.
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