falinabjyr (falinabjyr) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-01-07 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (4) eluviesta, @ cormac murrough, @ falina bjyr |
Not a Wolf
Who: Falina Bjyr & Cormac Murrough
When: 9:45; The third week of Eluviesta
Where: Gates of Orzammar, the merchant camp
What: Falina Bjyr finds that not only does money buy warm clothes, but it buys big, hulking, broody mercenary types.
Rating: T - Language
Status: Complete
Falina Bjyr
It was less than a quarter of an hour on the surface before Falina had a handful of coin, and a new pocket to put it in.
She pulled the fur lined hood of her cloak tighter against her face, warding off the cold. The corner of her mouth tucked up with a bubble of mirth as her breath rolled out if front of her. A whispering puff of white, she blew out playfully for a moment, and watched as the small cloud rolled with the experimental depth of her breath.
Falina released the side of her hood to push through the white with her finger tip, before dropping her hand. She looked around, knowing that she should move on quickly. She wrapped the excess length of the cloak around her forearms before continuing down the snow laden path. It was pressed deeply with the weight and movement of the merchants, and she easily made it to the Paragon statue fifty paces ahead. She settled against the back of the statue, pressing her back firmly against the stone legs.
Falina pulled a dagger from her now wet boots, and cut at the overlong fabric. It was thick, and the cut was jagged, but she'd make it down the mountain without tripping over it. She cut the fabric into two seperate strips, and wrapped them around the palms of her hands.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, wondering how long it had been light, how long it would remain. She didn't even know how high the sun was in relation to where a traveller wanted it to be. 'How am I supposed to do this on my own?'
Falina rose to her knees and peered around the statue, looking for anyone who looked as if they were merely passing through. Her eyes quickly sized up their faces, their height, their weaponry. She puffed out a frustrated sigh and pushed back the warmth that rushed to her eyelids.
She stood and settled the cloak back into place, and brushed away the snow with her wrapped hands. She was jerked from behind, forcefully pulled against a barrelled human chest. "I saw what you did."
Falina struggled against his grip, her fingers clawed around the thick forearms. "Let go of me!" She didn't hesitate to scream, didn't even warn him that she was going to. In a camp full of people, Falina wouldn't risk her safety for the name of discretion. She had money now to pay for the cloak even if the merchant confronted her about it.
The assailant seemed surprised that she'd screamed, and probably had imagined that she'd pay him for his silence. He shook her once, demanded her silence.
"DAD!" Falina screamed again, throwing her weight around, trying to knock herself loose. "Dad, help!"
One of the merchants quickly trotted over, hesitant to jump fully into the fray. "There a problem here?"
'Obviously, buffoon.' She thought, but managed to hide away any scathing response. She was released quickly, and took no time breathlessly explaining a false situation to the merchant. Falina's fear was palpable, and she let tears pour down her cheeks. They were warm against her cold face, and she wondered for a moment if they would freeze. "My dad, we got seperated... I just- he just grabbed me."
Once she'd been released, Falina rushed to the merchant's side. "I just want to find my dad."
He nodded her off. "I'll take care of him."
Falina wiped the moisture from her face, afraid that it would actually freeze. "Thank you." She meant it, in Dust Town, people would have likely kept their noses toward the dirt. She spared a nervous glance over her shoulder.
The assailant looked furious, and she knew that he would likely get a chance to explain things to the merchant. Falina looked around wildly, trying to find anyone who could help her down the mountain. She likely had only a few minutes on her own, but if she found someone to play father, she could gather herself before pressing on.
She settled on a man talking heatedly with a merchant. The weapon at his side was larger than she was, and he looked like he knew the value of a coin. "Dad!"
Falina rushed toward the back of a man, who she prayed to the Stone, was quick thinking enough to go with the charade. She slipped several times in the snow, and approached him from the side that was least adorned with weapons. "Dad? We have to go." She clutched at his gauntlet, imploring him to look her in the eye.