How to: thrilling heroics Who: Conlan Delaine and Jill Sorrel When: Evening, 23 Molioris, 9:45 Where: In camp Summary: When camp is set for the night, Jill decides to ask the Grey Warden Conlan for some answers and advice. Rating: T for tears, and R for redhead...
Two days had passed, and Jill just did not understand who these people were or what they were doing. They seemed to be friendly with each other, mostly, even though some appeared to prefer to keep their distances. Apparently Cormac suddenly had a very close friendship with that little dwarfen girl; and her new friend Lillie had been casting nervous and thoughtful gazes all day at the templar. And Ser Ordhan had not even recognized her yet, something Jill did not know if she ought to be sad or thankful for. It was a rather tangled web of emotions and relations, of which Jill didn't even catch half, being so busy with her own thoughts.
It had helped a little to talk to Lillie the other night, because it helped not to feel so alone. But despite their new, easy friendship, Jill knew she was alone. She was alone in the way someone who had chosen to abandon one of her few friends, was alone. She was alone in the way a messenger was alone - she had never stayed quite long enough anywhere to make friends, even though she was an easy and talkative person. She was alone, because she could not make herself tell anyone, not even the soft and compassionate Lillie, about the dark shame she carried around in her heart. She was alone because cowards deserved to be alone.
But yet, late this night, Jill found that her curiosity led her towards where Conlan was sitting right at the edge of camp. He always seemed to be a somehow alone, even in company; holding himself a little distant from the others. Or maybe she just read too much of her own situation into it. Either way, she knew he was the right person to ask, she had realised as much in just two days. It was a still, slightly windy night, and her boots made only a soft sound when stepping on the ground. In the half dark she could only dimly see his features, but it was not like her to stop because she was uncertain how her questions would be recieved. Twisting the laces of his shirt uncertainly between her fidgeting fingers, she stepped closer. "Conlan? I wanted to ask you something..."