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[ She nods, cheek rubbed against his chest and hair tumbled after in a ticklish halo. ]
We do.
[ For whatever that's worth. But there's some comfort in having released this thought into his hands and having made a plan, however tenuous. The arm draped over his middle squeezes, and Yseult presses another kiss to his skin beside her mouth, sideways but sweet. ]
We do.
[ For whatever that's worth. But there's some comfort in having released this thought into his hands and having made a plan, however tenuous. The arm draped over his middle squeezes, and Yseult presses another kiss to his skin beside her mouth, sideways but sweet. ]
[A smile lifts the corners of Darras' mouth, a little shift under the pressure of that kiss. He turns his head so he can kiss her more properly in the moment after, pleased by the kiss and pleased, too, by what it implies, by what she's said. It puts a marker on the horizon, something that they move toward. Together.]
[ A brief pause to get her words in order.. ]
Well...this winter has been pretty hard on all of us, maybe not physically but mentally, ya know. And I think the rationing of certain ingredients is only making things worse. I know it's not entirely within our control what the local merchants charge for coffee, tea, or sugar, so...what if we didn't get the items from them? What if we got those things, and some additional spices and supplies, from...somewhere else?
Well...this winter has been pretty hard on all of us, maybe not physically but mentally, ya know. And I think the rationing of certain ingredients is only making things worse. I know it's not entirely within our control what the local merchants charge for coffee, tea, or sugar, so...what if we didn't get the items from them? What if we got those things, and some additional spices and supplies, from...somewhere else?
[ Point Athessa, that was definitely not even in the top 5 list of things she would've guessed. Not that she's kind enough to show her surprise, other than the most incremental further lift of that eyebrow and the pause she takes to consider this idea. ]
The Qunari navy is better equipped than we are to protect their trade routes. What do you think would interest them in this proposal?
The Qunari navy is better equipped than we are to protect their trade routes. What do you think would interest them in this proposal?
[ She thinks about it. ]
We have griffons, and they don't. Even if their navy is better equipped, they still suffer losses. We can offer aerial support, maybe? Ensuring that their supplies don't get raided before they reach their people...that's not insignificant.
We have griffons, and they don't. Even if their navy is better equipped, they still suffer losses. We can offer aerial support, maybe? Ensuring that their supplies don't get raided before they reach their people...that's not insignificant.
[In a place as big as the Gallows, it should be easy to find some quiet corner for oneself where no one is likely to stumble. But maybe this particular little courtyard with its overhang under which to shelter from the weather (currently spitting rain) is slightly too accessible from the division offices to really be all that private. What's more likely: that this is the first time either one of them has ducked out here for some peace and fucking quiet, or that this is just the first time two bright ideas have coincided?
In any case: Flint's attention shifts up from the book open across his knees. He hasn't gotten far - the weather's too chill to make the prospect of reading out here appealing, but the pretense had been satisfying when he'd first thought of it.]
In any case: Flint's attention shifts up from the book open across his knees. He hasn't gotten far - the weather's too chill to make the prospect of reading out here appealing, but the pretense had been satisfying when he'd first thought of it.]
[ Too accessible, and yet too far (vertically) to pop out for the sort of casual stroll that can be quickly aborted on finding the area occupied by a coworker one isn't especially eager to share a twenty square foot space with.
But it's that or sit in the rain or make a transparent u-turn, which is how Yseult ends up taking a seat on the next window sill down from Flint, near enough to hear the pages he's not actually turning. Hers is a notebook, a stub of pencil tucked inside and now taken up to complete the image of studious focus. ]
But it's that or sit in the rain or make a transparent u-turn, which is how Yseult ends up taking a seat on the next window sill down from Flint, near enough to hear the pages he's not actually turning. Hers is a notebook, a stub of pencil tucked inside and now taken up to complete the image of studious focus. ]
Ha. No. I was a late-blooming thief. I picked a few pockets that were really begging for it, of course—once when I was, ahh, nine or ten, this drunk Antivan asked me for help finding the house where he was staying, and then passed out halfway there. Middle of the night. I took everything I could get off of him, poor man. I remember thinking it was not so bad because he was a foreigner.
But otherwise I was an honest boy. And clumsy. A trapeze, Maker. No wonder you are so graceful now.
But otherwise I was an honest boy. And clumsy. A trapeze, Maker. No wonder you are so graceful now.
Well, Antivans. [ she says, with sympathy. not for the antivan. ]
I'm sure the trapeze wasn't as impressive as you're imagining. A swing ten feet off the ground at most. Sometimes I picked pockets, or just sold trinkets and listened for information my aunt the fortune teller could use. What does an honest clumsy boy do with his time?
I'm sure the trapeze wasn't as impressive as you're imagining. A swing ten feet off the ground at most. Sometimes I picked pockets, or just sold trinkets and listened for information my aunt the fortune teller could use. What does an honest clumsy boy do with his time?
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