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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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How much of it was true?

Wellll, I didn't see the thief, but there was a lot of undead trying to add us to their numbers.

How did you get out?

We had a guide. A girl from Ozette named Presea, a village on the other side of the forest.

She's one of the few ever brave enough to cross the woods regularly, so she knew the path.

Edited 2012-08-25 22:08 (UTC)

That was lucky.

It really was. It's definitely not a place you go through without a good reason.

Why did you cross it?

We needed to speak to Altessa the dwarf to help Presea because she was...sick. [To put it VERY lightly] He lived near Ozette, but I had to been branded a traitor by the Pope so we couldn't use a boat or anything. The forest was the only way to go!

[ Her voice is small. ] Are you still branded a traitor?

Me?

[he'll reach over and brush a couple of her stray hairs out of her face]

Nah. The Pope was trying to take the throne for himself, he branded me a traitor because he thought I was in the way. Buuuut they cleared my name when I uncovered that he was poisoning the current king so it'd look like he died of illness.

Edited 2012-08-25 22:44 (UTC)

[ She relaxes a little under the touch; she hadn't even noticed when she tensed. The image that had unfurled of Baelor's sept fades as quickly as it came. Yet the taste of the choking, dusty air that had swirled into her eyes and nose and mouth remains.

The Hand before Father died of illness. The thought comes unbidden. ]

Mother says power and politics do terrible things to men.

[He sees that tensing and relaxing slightly, he'll brush back a bit more of her hair and rest his hand lightly on the side of her head for a moment. ]

She's not wrong, that's for sure.

The Pope's on the run now. Once he's found, I'll be making sure he gets his just rewards.

[ The warmth from his hand is a balm. She sighs, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She's cold by now. Moving kept her warm, but lying still with wet clothes has her wishing she hadn't tied Nymeria to a tree. The direwolf always radiates heat. Stubbornly, she ignores the discomfort. ]

Will you kill him?

[He frowns, thoughtfully. This is something he has been mulling over in his mind]

...I haven't decided yet.

Don't get me wrong, he's a despicable old man that doesn't deserve to live. His crimes and atrocities go far past just trying to take over the throne. And that's including things against my family. If I just had to worry about that stuff, I'd kill him and sleep soundly.

But...I know his daughter. He treats her like garbage, but she still loves him for whatever reason. [though really he gets it, he knows his own mother held just as much contempt for him, but he still can't help but love her] I'm not sure I'm ready to hurt her the same way he hurt my family.

So...[a shrug] I'm still thinking it through.

Edited 2012-08-26 01:03 (UTC)

Is there anywhere you could exile him to? Somewhere he can work off his crimes and can't get involved in the affairs of the kingdom?

[...that gives him an idea; his lip curls in a smirk]

Heh.

I could have him locked up in the Southeast Abbey. Like he did to my sister.

[ She has no idea what an abbey is, but it sounds like a punishment. ]

There you are.

[ Pulling her knees closer to her chest, she wraps her arms around her torso. ]

Yep. That solves that. You're brilliant, darling. ♥

[yeah he's noticing that]

You cold?

No. [ Disregard the shivering. ] …A little.

Hmm....me too.

[He moves to stand]

Let's get to the fire, shall we?

[ She shifts to a sitting position and waves a hand at him to help her up. ]

I need to check on Nymeria first. Make sure she hasn't chewed through the rope.

[He'll take her hand and pull her up!]

Ehehe, that's a good idea.

Come on.

[ If he was going to let go of her hand, sorry she's still holding on. She tugs him along behind her. ]

[He's a little surprised she's still holding on, but he doesn't let go and lets himself be tugged along as he follows] Alright alright.

Did you have any pets?