[Unlike some of the others running around the forest tonight, Diarmuid is neither suffering from some lunar overexcitement or without a Bond; rather, he's here of his own choosing to keep an eye on some of the more dangerous beasts lurking in the dark. Spear in hand, he's been picking his way through the trees with the experience of a year's stay in this world and a lifetime of hunting- but even then, he's still a little startled by this particular quarry.
Not that the woman standing directly in front of it seems too concerned. Diarmuid picks up on her body language immediately; she's unafraid, confident- even a touch overconfident if he's not mistaken- and has the stern look of a fighter about her. Even without her invitation, though, he would have offered his aid- it would be an affront to his sense of duty to leave her to fight this thing alone.
... and partly because he's never been one to turn down the thrill of the hunt. But still.]
I pride myself on it, my lady. [The corner of his lips quirks up in a proud smile as he spins his spear like a baton.] Shall I follow your lead?
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Not that the woman standing directly in front of it seems too concerned. Diarmuid picks up on her body language immediately; she's unafraid, confident- even a touch overconfident if he's not mistaken- and has the stern look of a fighter about her. Even without her invitation, though, he would have offered his aid- it would be an affront to his sense of duty to leave her to fight this thing alone.
... and partly because he's never been one to turn down the thrill of the hunt. But still.]
I pride myself on it, my lady. [The corner of his lips quirks up in a proud smile as he spins his spear like a baton.] Shall I follow your lead?