[open] feb catch-all

[heartsbane]

Who: jorah mormont & you.
When: throughout february!
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, mhysadei.
What: farmer/hunting shenanigans, city errands, quests, etc. open & closed starters.
Warnings: n/a

Comments

be vewy vewy quiet. i'm hunting wabbits (ota)

[heartsbane]

[ going from city-living for the last several months to learning to live on the land again is as jarring as one might expect — for most, anyway. Jorah had personally found an affinity with coming out of the walls of Aefenglom for sometime now, so Daenerys' choice of relocating the two of them to something more rural and distant did not find much contention from him. sure, he feared it might be less safe than the city once upon a time, but if she was able to be snatched up under the watch of the city guard and him already? anything was worth a try.

he's still very much concerned with his queen's healing, both physically and mentally, but he has more than enough work cut out for him. compared to finding odd jobs to scrounge up money and basic guard duty for Dany, one would even say he wasn't ready for the labor waiting for him. even a successful farm had plenty to do, let alone one that was suffering and in desperate need for care and attention. it's good that he was beginning to regain all of the energy he had lost the last few months.

Jorah was focused on work outside of the warm on this particular morning. dawn, in fact, just as the sun was beginning to peak through the sky. it was the best time to hunt rabbit back in Essos, and he hardly doubts that would be different here. his plan was to spend the morning setting traps throughout the woods, fish near one of the nearby rivers midday, and end the evening hunting deer as they flock out to the fields while the sun began to set.

this leaves plenty of room to find cowboy Jorah if you care to do so. perhaps you have the misfortune of walking over one of the makeshift traps he had just spent thirty minutes making, or maybe you join him in his fishing shenanigans — don't worry, he brought a second rod and enough bait to run two lines if need be. he managed to work in a bow for his evening hunting as well, so hopefully he doesn't mistake you for a deer. ]

ugh sorry about the wait, having to refigure out my schedule for tagging 8(

[redeemed]

[ Outside of the city is where Arthur feels the most at home. It's always been that way, and adding in magic and monsters hasn't changed that, even with the threat of a magic plague. It just means he can't go as far out into the wilderness as he would like, which- isn't great, but at least there's some wild. At least it means civilization makes sense here, isn't just a taming of the wilderness for the sake of it.

The bow and arrows had been the first things Arthur had picked up with his payment from his job repairing the outside of the Inkchanted building. Being able to hunt would keep him alive, and it's not just meat for himself. The first few kills he had brought back to a butcher in town, been taught to look for signs of Cwyld infection inside the meat, depending on species; in birds and deer and rodents, in fish and in rabbits. Now he could bring back whatever he could carry and sell what he didn't need to keep for himself, whether it was the meat or blood or bone or furs and skins. He kept the feathers from the birds more often than not; anything that a collector didn't want, he could use to make more arrows.

He's after pheasant today, specifically, but Arthur will hunt what he can find. Nothing too big, without anything but himself to take it back into the city with - he's spotted plenty of deer prints from overnight and sighed softly to himself, leaving them alone for other hunters. Otherwise he's walked, looking for a good place to hunker down and wait, a mug of coffee with a warming rune on it attached to his belt and a leather pouch with jerky for the waiting. He has no illusions that he may be out here for quite a while.

It looks, though, like a lot of the good spots to possibly wait have already been taken up... by traps. He starts to follow the tracks leading from one to the next instead, and eventually he manages to catch up to Jorah, clearing his throat. ]

You gonna leave some of the small game for the rest of us? [ He sounds amused, at least for now, but good God, man. ]

i made you wait as penance... jk i'm slow so no worries at all

[heartsbane]

[ hunting is a skill one had to pick up and learn living on Bear Island, regardless if your family was the head House or not. when he wasn't out at sea or on the mainland fighting battles for other families, he was doing his part to bring meat and pelts back to villages to help keep families warm and fed. that being said, women were known to be the proficient ones at it, given that they had the time to develop. Jorah managed to get by, but as Arthur would come to learn, it was through quantity and not quality.

in his defense, he didn't expect to find much competition. perhaps that was an oversight on his part, but he is still trying to learn the lay of the land. imagine his surprise when he is greeted by a voice with a deeper, gruff timbre than that of his own.

he had been perched on the remnants of a dead tree, the bark still thick enough to support his weight with no concern. in his hand was his hunting knife, the other an apple, slicing away at the tart fruit and eating away at it idly as he enjoyed the scenery. Jorah cants his head over his shoulder to look at the other man, brows clearly perked up in surprise. it takes him a moment to even realize what his question was about, but before long, he lets out a soft laugh. ]

In theory, you could remember to come back. If you get to it before I do, you just found yourself labor-free food or income.

lmaoo <3

[redeemed]

[ There's a little chuckle from Arthur in response. He isn't looking for a fight, not really; not if the other man doesn't want to give him one. ]

Not a fan of game that's been in traps, if we're bein' honest. Fear makes it taste different.

[ Fear made a lot of things different.

Arthur makes a gesture toward the quiver and bow at his back. ]

I don't mind tracking 'em, or waiting for 'em to come to me. Might catch something bigger, too. Kinda like how you never know what'll be waitin' for you in those traps, except I don't have to shoot whatever wanders across my path. Whatever's in your traps - that you gotta deal with either way, I expect.

[ He chuckles again - but he's not laughing at Jorah, nor really trying to impart advice. ]

Met more than one feller in my time who got his own leg stuck in his own bear trap, too.

[heartsbane]

True enough. Were I out here faring for myself, I may have the patience. But if I hope to feed more than two or three people, sometimes you must deal with food tainted with fear.

[ he can appreciate the argument. traps aren't exactly the humane way of dealing with sustainability. one may even say there is irony in how he was walking these same woods as a bear not too long ago. Jorah wasn't relishing in the thought of any prey's last few minutes or hours of its life, spontaneous hunter-cowboy appearing to make him doubt himself or otherwise. some things just have to be done. ]

Perhaps our mutual target avoided my trap only to find itself on the other end of your arrow. It is all a numbers game. Mine is just less controlled than yours. Better odds for the prey, one may say.

[ crunch. the apple is take from the blade of his knife into his mouth to chew on, and he'll finally turn his body to look at the other man fully. ]

Now that I would hope to avoid. Good thing you look to know your way. I would also hate to be the reason you have a new hole in your foot.

[redeemed]

If you wanna feed more than two or three people, you ought to dream bigger than rabbits, [ Arthur advises, tilting his head curiously. He knows what it's like to try and feed a family - though his family had been a gang of outlaws, most of them not blood related at all. But they had been a family all the same, until- well, until. ]

Not sure there's a lot of traps for deer, but...

[ Well. He gestures at the bow on his back, an eyebrow raised slightly.

And then he laughs. ]

Yeah. Wouldn't be all that happy if I ended up in one of your traps, even if it were my own damn fault. These woods are different from the ones back home, what with the magic critters and all, but... similar enough.