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middaeg2019-05-15 09:17 pm
honoraboveall) wrote in middaeg2019-05-15 09:17 pm
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[Closed] Lets see what the forest hides
Who: Symon Graves and Lyr Tuttle
When: Between May 7th and 14th
Where: Out in the forest
What: Quest time! Gotta find that lost scrying ball
Warnings: Potentially some violence?
Money was a unifying force, Lyr had told him, his voice falling into well-worn cadences, the familiar paths of the teachings of Abadar. Symon can't exactly deny this, even though there's the small contrary part of him that wants to deny this, or at least push against Lyr's smug sureness. But they need the money, and the task seems simple enough.
"We can explore our surroundings and we even get paid for it."
Lyr had been clearly delighted, pleased at the reward for something so seemingly simple. And so, they ventured forth from the confines of the city, to the forest. They ride out on Jasper, Symon (of course) at the reins, Lyr behind him, arms clasped warmly about his middle. It was likely for the best; if on foot, Lyr would have likely made small talk with half the citizens they passed by. But on horseback, they made good time, wending their way out of the city.
Symon breathed in deep, the fresh clean air, still pleased by the novelty of it. Lyr was a warm presence at his back, and a wide, contented smile crossed Symon's face.
"Not too bad, is it?" He asked, his voice warm and idle, blue eyes sharp on their surroundings.
When: Between May 7th and 14th
Where: Out in the forest
What: Quest time! Gotta find that lost scrying ball
Warnings: Potentially some violence?
Money was a unifying force, Lyr had told him, his voice falling into well-worn cadences, the familiar paths of the teachings of Abadar. Symon can't exactly deny this, even though there's the small contrary part of him that wants to deny this, or at least push against Lyr's smug sureness. But they need the money, and the task seems simple enough.
"We can explore our surroundings and we even get paid for it."
Lyr had been clearly delighted, pleased at the reward for something so seemingly simple. And so, they ventured forth from the confines of the city, to the forest. They ride out on Jasper, Symon (of course) at the reins, Lyr behind him, arms clasped warmly about his middle. It was likely for the best; if on foot, Lyr would have likely made small talk with half the citizens they passed by. But on horseback, they made good time, wending their way out of the city.
Symon breathed in deep, the fresh clean air, still pleased by the novelty of it. Lyr was a warm presence at his back, and a wide, contented smile crossed Symon's face.
"Not too bad, is it?" He asked, his voice warm and idle, blue eyes sharp on their surroundings.