Backscene: It Matters to Us Who: Imenry Barras, Rhocanth Garal Where: At night, a late watch shift, Camping a day's travel from Lothering When: 9:45, The last week of Eluviesta Summary: When on watch together, a dwarf and a human bond over their respective relationships with Falina. (Because she's too cute, who doesn't love her?) Rating: Fine for all Status: In Progress
It was dark, but the stars shone overhead. There was lightly, from the sliver of the moon that remained in the night sky and Imenry tilted her head slightly, tracing the stars with them, mapping their location in her mind. They were only a day's travel from Lothering now, but they'd made good time. She was more than happy to be away from that small squalid human town and the crowded Chantry building where they had waited out the storm. If it had been Imenry alone, she'd have gotten a room at the tavern, or pushed through the storm. But the wagons had enough trouble with the muck as it was, and many of their group were unaccustomed to travel.
She could hear the sounds of the camp behind her, which was quiet now, nearly everyone tucked into their tents or bedrolls. Only the sounds of soft doggie snores and the crackling of the fire hit her ears. She'd come to relieve the last pair on watch a few minutes early. She was accustomed to grabbing sleep where she could, and had offered to do some of the more undesirable shifts on watch, late in the middle of the night leading to the morning hours. Her mind felt awake though and, as she lounged against a tree waiting for her watch partner, her eyes flickered down the path that lead to their camp. It was wide open, with only sparse trees here and there, and the ground was still soft and damp from the heavy rain. The camp would have to be patrolled occasionally, even though they had tried to make it compact enough to see from across from nearly any position.
Her pack had been safely tucked away in the tent with Signy, where the young dwarf mage was probably (hopefully) sound asleep. She had brought with her only her sword, which lay in it's sheathe beside her, and a small pouch of jerky. Apparently nibbling on food was as good a way as any to pass the time. She shifted slightly, hand closing around the grip of her sword as she stood, arching her back in a brief stretch before turning slightly. She wasn't altogether certain who was sharing her shift at watch this evening. It seemed to change so often, probably because few people wanted this shift.