TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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okay sure you gross orlesian go have your wine and cheese and be snooty

[arla]

As do I.

[ A sentiment they can both share, at least. She turns to grab one of the saddles, as well as a cover to rest on the backs of one of the horses. Nasrin approaches one with caution and experience, hand out to allow the animal to sniff. ]

I am hoping to make my way to Loch Noa, where I have heard a great many tales. Perhaps it will hold something of value. If not...the forests around those parts may offer answers for me.

[It is...a bit forward of her, but she has asked everyone else who would listen-- ]

Would you accompany me? I fear I am no hunter but I am strong enough to fend for myself, and I have lived in the wilds before.

lavellan pls

[cockade]

[Her question doesn't seem forward to him at all, actually. Arno smiles again and nods.]

I wouldn't mind at all- at the very least, the journey will allow us to learn where Loch Noa is, and you'll hopefully find your answers.

[The saddle and blanket are already on his horse, but he gently takes the reins in his hands from a nearby post, talking to the colt as he places it on his head. The horse hardly complains, but does push his nose into Arno's hand for food shortly after the harness goes on. That gets a chuckle, and as the assassin goes to reach for something to give to his ride, the colt manages to grab the cloth of his hood and pull it down.

What he gets is a very surprised Frenchman raising both brows, while the horse gives something akin to a laugh, whinnying in delight. Arno stands there for a good solid moment, looking between his horse, Lavellan, and then back to his horse again, before shaking his head and laughing.]

Of course I choose the mischievous horse. [He snorts a little in amusement.] Somehow trouble always ends up finding me.

[arla]

I hope that is the case.

[ But in truth, her answers will not be there. She knows this already. The elves of her world are nothing like those who may be in the Drabwurld. She is looking for answers in a world that is not her own, looking for something that will save her people and will provide aid in the years to come. In short, she is looking for a miracle in the middle of a battlefield. The chances that she will find one are slim to none.

She begins to hitch a saddle to the horse she has found, careful and delicate in all that she is doing, but quick and certain just the same. She misses her Hart dearly. The familiarity of the halla might help her now. But she stops when she sees the colt trying to get one up on Arno and she laughs gently, her smile genuine now. ]

He must like you. That, or he's going to make the next several weeks quite hard on you.

[ But with a demeanor like that, she believes it will mostly be the former. Mostly. ]

What world do you come from? I think I recognize your accent.

[cockade]

As do I.

[Though he may not know her, Arno does still hope she finds what she's looking for. And even if she does not, perhaps find some peace in the journey that she does take towards it. For him, this is not home, and while he knows he remains no closer to his task of seeking redemption, he will not idly wallow away when there are others he can help and keep his mind and self active.

To hear Lavellan laugh is welcoming, however small it is. When stuck in war both at home, and now in the Draubworld, even the small things seem to add a little color where everything insists on being so black and white. Arno looks back to his horse, the colt flicking its ears in amusement, before his grin widens again.]

I'd certainly hope he'd like me. I'd be a rather awful rider to choose a horse that wants to throw me at every possible turn, wouldn't I?

[The asking about home causes him to pause, blinking a little before realizing what she's asking. He's still not used to this whole "worlds" thing.]

Earth. The country I come from is called France. Have you heard of it?