falinabjyr (falinabjyr) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-01-30 08:27:00 |
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Who: Falina Bjyr, Coan Bryland
Where: Merchant camp, Orzammar
When: The final week of Eluviesta, the morning after the dwarf party thread, 9:45 Dragon
Summary: [Complete] It's the morning, a few hours before the party will be putting Orzammar behind them. Falina, having not slept particularly well, wanders out of her tent to find a relaxed, if a little despondent looking Coan.
Rating: T. Possible language. Possible Mabari Glomping.
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It was all new, and the surface had too many noises.
Falina hadn't noticed them when she and Cormac had been talking, but with the camp sleeping soundly, each small noise carried past the thick canvas of her tent. The horses in particular snorted and stomped, corralled and cold, or so she imagined. There were nearly a dozen other noises, snoring that flickered a few tents over, unsettling shifting over snow, the far off cry of night animal life.
Her eyes were open, and she wondered if she should roll back over, let the deep black of sleep claim her. At some point, she'd abandoned the creaking, unsteady cot, and curled against Shartan's large, unwriggling body. She feared the large dog would want to play, and she'd never get any sleep, but the war dog only wearily lifted his head, then rested it again between his massive paws.
At the otherside of the tent, Cormac didn't snore, which surprised her. He seemed to be the only man in camp who didn't.
She gave a soft stroke to Shartan's fur, before resolutely sitting up, her brain still fogged with weariness. Her boots were close, and the winter chill prickled at her uncloaked arm as the fur dropped. She didn't have socks, and grabbed her abandoned, bloodied cloak, and, using her dagger, cut strips of the fabric. The first tear was louder then she intended, and Cormac had turned over, but had not fully wakened. Falina wrapped her feet, unwilling for the snow to spill into her boots again today. Her fingers were stiff from the cold when she had her boots securly tucked around her feet.
Her new cloak, a gift from Cormac, had been used as an extra blanket the evening before. She shifted it, positioning it securely around her shoulders, before fastening it.
Falina would need some gloves, and a second dagger. She fought two handed, and if today proved to be anything like the day before, she may need a replacement for the hastily abandoned blade. She felt a twinge of loss over it, but knew she had to have left it behind her in Dust Town.
There was still a fire outside, someone was tending it, and Falina bundled up the fur in arms, not wanting to drag Cormac's things through the wet snow. She'd draw it around her at the fire pit. Falina opened the flap only enough to slip out, lest she let the cold rush in.
It was still dark out, but the sky was more of a deep blue than a black. The frigid air hit her immediately tensing body, and she made a small pitched sound. Falina began a small sprint to the fire, slowing when she saw Noa, the other Mabari, looking expectantly at her Master. Though her body was screaming for the radiating heat of the fire, the last thing she wanted was to upset the warhound, to be percieved as a bounding threat coming out of the dark.
Coan talked too much the evening before, but was undoubtedly kind. He looked around Orzammar with the same fascination that she imagined the dwarves took in the surface. She was the first dwarf that he'd officially met, which seemed unbearably odd to her. Were there not many of them on the surface?
She probably smelled like Shartan, and Noa immediately perked up, head and massive body turning to take her in. Falina waved to Coan, offering a simple greeting, her voice tinged with sleep. " 'Lo Coan-" She looked at the dog, before extended a greeting to the half cocked head. Cormac said they could understand people, and they probably didn't like being ignored all the time. "Hi Noa." The name was new, and for some reason felt odd around her tongue. She'd hope that she had gotten it right.
If they were sensitive about being ignored, they probably wouldn't like people who got their names wrong.