[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

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— gwen.

[heartsbane]

[ Jorah was taking one of those trips of his to the city in hopes of delivering an assortment of goods to the Dorchacht refugees. he sometimes has a habit of taking the scenic route, and even though he was technically on a time limit thanks to a variety of meats stored away in his supplies, he just can't help himself! the River Temese was relaxing to walk along, and considering the burden on his and many other Mirrorbound's minds as of late, it was beneficial to lose his train of thought to the downstream of water.

he'll take some time to look around every now and again; people (or monster) watching could sometimes find him more distracted than he meant to be. it was always in passing, eyes lingering on one person for a half a minute or less. only when he sees someone that comes off as familiar does he allow himself the chance to focus on them for longer.

one in particular provided him a great deal of temporary anxiety, if only because they just familiar enough to make him rack his brain for any possible memories they could be placed in. a woman and her larger-than-average dog, once again found near a river and minding their own business. Jorah himself cannot recall any direction interactions with the pair, but... then again, he wasn't quite himself. a heavy sigh follows when he realizes where he might know them from. well, this was awkward.

while he should leave things be and mind his own business, curiosity gets the better of him. he has to know for sure. whatever Gwen and her lovely dog friend might be doing on this particular day, hopefully they will allow his sudden interruption. he announces his appearance with a clearing of his throat, an open hand in the air to offer a greeting when their eyes meet. ]

I apologize for bothering you. My face... I do not think it is familiar to you, but yours is to me. At least somewhat, anyway.

[trouvaille]

( she's about to say something polite like you aren't bothering me (or halfway polite, since she'd probably have finished that sentence with yet), and then he carries on and she's a little bemused when she says— )

Is it?

( which is at least an answer for whether or not she finds him at all familiar as a man and not a bloody great bear. she looks like she's seen better days in the interim, and given recent events he probably doesn't need a picture drawn for him of why her wrists might be scarred or her clothes hang looser on her frame; her features were already sharp and exaggerated (skin that had been blue-hued then is a milkier pearl now, rainbows where she catches the light and her oversized, starry-slit black eyes still hard to read), making their gauntness a little harder to gauge, but the way that putin hovers nearer to her and more attentively speaks for itself.

so, too, does how well-trained his manner seems. he doesn't get in her way, but he's between her and jorah; he isn't close enough to make it hard for her to walk, but he's close to her, could herd her easily if he needed to. this is his job. it's why he's here at all.

—she might not recognize jorah, but it's evident from the way that putin relaxes when he gets closer, sniffing the air and then thumping his tail affably, that the dog does. sup buddy. you're smaller, that's weird. )

Have we, uh, met?

[heartsbane]

[ such a question presents discomfort, and it is visible in Jorah's face shortly after asking. who introduces themselves in such a way? some would think he's trying to come onto them, as if it was some shoddy pick-up line. others, especially Mirrorbound, may be especially on-guard about being approached like this so suddenly. good thing it's in the middle of the day and in public, because further inspection leads him to believe she was one of those affected.

this could go south quickly. ]

I... believe so. You will hopefully forgive me. I am processing it as we speak.

[ his brows are furrowed, and it is clear he is in deep thought. he almost looks right through her and towards the water behind her as he traces his memories, compiling all he can remember when he was roaming the Wilde as a bear. the friendly canine is the glue that begins to help everything stick, and without even thinking, the knight takes a knee so he can grow more level with Putin's face and snout. ]

And this fellow is familiar to me as well. It is all very confusing. Almost as if the two of you were in a dream of mine. —May I?

[ he doesn't presume he could pet the dog without permission. from both of them, mind you. it seemed like a rather mutual symbiotic relationship they had going. ]

blows the dust off HI I'M SORRY

[trouvaille]

( this is one of the weirder conversations she's had, and it's competing with conversations that took place in another world entirely, not just this one. it isn't unpleasant, though—he isn't unpleasant, and she doesn't feel unsafe, so while uncertainty lingers in her expression, she seems willing to take the cue of putin's ease and let it ease her, too.

besides. anyone who wants to be friendly to her enormous dog immediately earns themselves some points. even self-proclaimed dog people are sometimes a little hesitant of this dog, particularly, and even if that's sort of the point of a guard dog...

well, she protects him more here than he does her. )

Yeah, ( on a slight delay. ) Just let him, uh—or don't, okay, ( the instruction she was about to give lost in a gurgling laugh as putin butts his head gently forward into jorah's shoulder. ) I was going to say you should let him smell you, but apparently he's feeling the vibe.

This is, um, Putin Onaritz. And I'm Gwenaëlle.