The portrait of a blinking idiot WHO: Conlan Delaine, Jill Sorrel WHEN: 24 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon WHERE: The edge of the Brecillian Forest SUMMARY: Since he is not the dinner of darkspawn, Jill has a bone to pick with Conlan. RATING: S, for shouting.
If he had died, she wouldn't have been this angry. But now Conlan Delain was very much alive, and Jill was seething. She had managed to finally calm Salma, she had made a rather disgusting tour around the dead darkspawn, retrieving the arrows they had been killed with (it was common sense to do so, but it did not make the task any less distasteful) and she had had a short conversation with Lillie when the mage wanted to make sure she was all right. She had not so far found Conlan though and no one seemed to know where he was. Eyes sparkling, tendrils of red hair flying around her face she stomped around with a frown, far from the easy, social person she usually was.
She did not have many friends, she had recently lost one very dear to her, and even though she had not really known Conlan for long, those few minutes he held her hand when she was dying was equivalent to at least a decade in her mind. He might think it was a good idea to get eaten whole by darkspawn, but she certainly did not, and she was determined to tell him so.