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Grayson:
'I still feel responsible for her death."
Summary:
Okay, literally everyone's chilling. Sultaan's getting ready for a chess tournament with Reba's help. Callum's helping out with medical stuff along w/ Fawny. (Fawnroot) Not a lot's going on tbh. Just say if there's anything major that should be noticed that I haven't put in here!
(I'ma start a new part)
Colchi: “Not really.” he said nonchalantly. “I s’pose I could‘ve brought one of my siblings along. Though it’s nice to get away from them for a time. Maybe I’ll meet someone here.”
Hawkflight:
He sighed and frowned. "I see." He mumbled underneath his breath. Hawkflight inhaled deeply and hesitated. He shifted his weight from hoof to hoof and flexed his wings. "Should I prepare the fliers for war, sir?" He asked cautiously, afraid of the answer.
Ben:
He blushed as well and nodded once. Embarrassed, he tried too focus on Colchi's meal. He poured the potatoes into the simmering pot to cook, then flicked his tail. He worked in awkward silence for a moment before asking, "And you Colchi? Do you have someone to share your vacation with?"
Reba: She smiled slowly, “You flatter me too much.” Really, even if he didn’t seem the suave type, he certainly managed to turn everything into a complement.
Coalwing:
"I'm afraid there is nothing that I can do to get that centaur away from our herd. He's connected to it through Fawnroot, and she won't certainly leave him," he said, shaking his head.
Hawkflight:
He flinched when Coalwing had exploded in rage and frustration, but he was determined to stand his ground. He lowered his head respectfully and tried to keep his voice steady. “I know, sir. I just thought I’d inform you of their attachments.“
He arched his neck and opened his wings. “I agree and even if they do care for each other, I still don’t like Fawnroot with him. Even before they were bonded, Fawnroot was willing to die for him…I don’t understand it.“ Hawkflight shook his head.
“What would you like me to do about them, sir? Unlike Fawnroot, I am going to protect my herd. Any means necessary.”
(funny how Fawnroot and Hawkflight have two different definitions of “protecting“ the herd.)
Sultaan:
"I've endured it before, so I can endure it again. Although, it was much easier this time with... with you," he signed softly, pricking his ears at her.
Coalwing:
He threw his head back and pawed the ground wildly. "I KNOW THEY'RE IN LOVE!" He brayed, whipping around at Hawkflight. "And what are am I to do about it!? That centaur has been treating my herd like his new home, as if he's one of US! I can't just kill him, or that will certainly begin a war that we will lose. And besides, now that you've told me that whatever Fawnroot can feel, that centaur can as well. Or vise versa. I would kill them both. As much as our only medicine mare is a stubborn-hearted steed, she's still the best we have." Coalwing flared his wings and then folded them, shaking his jet-black mane.
Reba: She wondered how Sultaan’s life must have been only a few weeks ago. A vein of gold, right outside of camp, that’s no one bothered to mine. “Happier, despite the wolf attacks, extortionate vendors, and Gopnik’s disrespect?”
Colchi: He could not help but blush too at the gratuitous display of heterosexual affection. Content, he stayed quiet to let the telenovela play out further.
(Telenovelas are Hispanic soap operas known for their romantic intrigue and cliff hanger endings)
Sultaan:
His eyes locked with Reba's for a split second, and then he looked down again. "I feel happier than I have been..." he signed slowly, and then fiddled with a large splinter of wood. He had definitely felt lighter and warmer in the last couple of days while Reba had been there. Having a friend in his home was certainly nice than living by himself. (I gtg again. Stinkily XD)
Rayla:
She blushed, "Sure, I'd love to."
(*giggling*)
Ben:
He looked at Rayla as she answered, then playfully flicked his long flaxen tail towards her. "Perhaps we should go sometime. I need a vacation. And I definitely know that you need a vacation." He laughed with a grin.
His grey eyes suddenly widened and he turned towards the fire to try and keep himself occupied. Combing a hand through his red hair, he bit his lower lip."Did I just...ask Rayla out...oh brístí torc," (Boar bristle XDD)
He cursed himself quietly, then rolled his shoulders to regain his nonchalance.
(ooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
Rayla:
"A few times. But my work tends to keep me too busy to go to the beach."
Ben:
As he put another pot on the fire to cook the potatoes, Ben flicked an ear in Colchi's direction. "Me? Oh, no. Like I said before, I'm from the mountains and my family joined this herd when I was a late teen. By the time I bought and started up the Tavern, I had so much to do that I never got around to it. A vacation was, and still is, the last thing on my mind. Perhaps my brother and I went together when we were colts, but since then, I've never been to the beach."
He replied with a pitiful shrug, then checked on the turkey.
Ben:
His eyebrows lifted as Colchi listed all the things this herd mines and how he plays a part. "That's quite impressive. Both your mines and you. Your professions seem to be very crucial." He complemented with a smile before nodding approvingly to Rayla.
Rayla:
She nodded, carefully started to cut the potatoes
Ben:
He smiled down at Rayla then nodded. 'Yes. Since Colchi got the full meal, potatoes are also included. They're in a sack against the wall over there if you want to start cutting them up." He pulled out a knife that wasn't as sharp as a hunting knife, but it would still do it's job in cutting.
"Just be careful with the knife." He reminded gently, even though he knew Rayla was competent with such a thing.
Wanting to spark up conversation again, he called, "So, in your mining town, what did you do? What are your people mining for?"
Reba: She really was not alone, and she had not been for the last several months. “Thank you, for your patience.” she signed deeply.
“And Sultaan, what are you feeling, in the depths of your heart?“ she asked, looking into his cool green eyes, and the gentle hair that shaded them.
(i'll get to Coalwing, i gtg)
Sultaan:
He reached over and placed his hand on her arm comfortingly. "You're not alone, Reba," he signed, meeting her gaze affectionately.
Callum:
He hummed softly to himself as his mind drifted from memories, the present, and the future. He deeply hoped that he and Fawnroot would have moved on to a more serious relationship than they were in then.