02-28-2021, 11:08 PM
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How would she put this? Arrow was, in the most simple of terms, absolutely ecstatic about the quick recovery Elsweyr was making. She’d been terrified, absolutely panicked about the possibility the lioness would lose the movement nearly or entirely of her leg, and be cut down in her prime. She’d been there, she’d already been through it. It was traumatizing to say the least, Arrow had been distraught about being weaker than before, and Els had seemed terrified of being helpless. Thankfully her god had been watching over her after all, in tandem with the magical paws of Moth that was. She should really give the reaper a gift, free of charge.
”Your prey’s got some sass, Elsie. I don’t think I wanna eat this one.” Arrow teased, leaning up against a nearby tree like a rebellious rule breaker trope from some sorta 80’s movie, only missing the leather jacket and cheap cigarette to complete the look. She’d been out hunting, again, trying to make up for all the teamwork she’d been missing out on as a ghost. Hunting, training, managing her beloved little swamp goblins, that sort of thing. To say she’d been distracted by Elsweyr’s cheerful laughter was an understatement, it was absolutely the most enchanting sound one person could possibly make. Pushing off the tree, the vassal moved to the other side of the woman, lazily offering a mock salute in greeting. ”Gooood evening lady and gent, havin’ a good one?”
As for Atticus, she’d been concerned that Aurum’s stance had run him off, after all, she felt she hadn’t seen much of him since that meeting, or the incredibly tense Pitt meeting. Which turned out less bloody than she’d anticipated, still surprised that Gael had offered to work with her on the matter of Dante. But that was over. In the past. Still complicated, considering her sudden change of heart making her life just a little spicer with a hint of fucking confusion and contradiction, and she wondered ever so briefly if Atticus’s assistance with keeping Elsweyr alive at the border and the unfortunate family ties made her reasoning take a sharp right turn. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about publicly, so she did not.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]”Your prey’s got some sass, Elsie. I don’t think I wanna eat this one.” Arrow teased, leaning up against a nearby tree like a rebellious rule breaker trope from some sorta 80’s movie, only missing the leather jacket and cheap cigarette to complete the look. She’d been out hunting, again, trying to make up for all the teamwork she’d been missing out on as a ghost. Hunting, training, managing her beloved little swamp goblins, that sort of thing. To say she’d been distracted by Elsweyr’s cheerful laughter was an understatement, it was absolutely the most enchanting sound one person could possibly make. Pushing off the tree, the vassal moved to the other side of the woman, lazily offering a mock salute in greeting. ”Gooood evening lady and gent, havin’ a good one?”
As for Atticus, she’d been concerned that Aurum’s stance had run him off, after all, she felt she hadn’t seen much of him since that meeting, or the incredibly tense Pitt meeting. Which turned out less bloody than she’d anticipated, still surprised that Gael had offered to work with her on the matter of Dante. But that was over. In the past. Still complicated, considering her sudden change of heart making her life just a little spicer with a hint of fucking confusion and contradiction, and she wondered ever so briefly if Atticus’s assistance with keeping Elsweyr alive at the border and the unfortunate family ties made her reasoning take a sharp right turn. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about publicly, so she did not.