James: “Well… Ye look lost… Can I be of any assistance to ye little imperial?” The dark haired guard crouched down and smiled at the other after removing his helmet.
John: The blonde looked down after feeling a tug at his cloth that was draped about him. Leaning on his axe he glanced down and saw that it was just a little child. He gave a soft smile, a bit of warmth nestling in his heart. “How are ye there?”
Sam: Spear in hand the woman lunged the hay filled sack target and pierced clean through, soon ripping it back out and kicking it with the heel of her foot before jabbing it again. As the sweat dropped from her brow she spyed a child looking at her from the stairs. “Well! did ye enjoy the show?”
Caitlyn: The ranger was bringing back a basket of sweetrolls from the Market, the spice aroma singing the air and making her mouth water. As much as she wanted to tear into the whole basket and gorge herself until she couldn’t move… She had to wait. At least until everyone had had one of course. She spotted a little child trotting along the stone paved street and smiled, crouching down and handing him one. “Run along now!”
Brinthal: Brinthal was of course… reading a book, this time outside, leaning back in the chair as she scanned the words. Her thumb nail dug into her index one as she tried to idly clean it. As the child tapped her, she fidgeted and the chair fell out from beneath her. Her legs going up in the air as she growled. “Aye fucking oblivion for…” She held her tongue as she realized that it was a child. But what she didn’t noticed is that her headband had been pushed up and one pointed ear was exposed.
James: “…. Get out…” The dark haired guard growled, pointing in the other direction, obviously not looking to put up with the other’s bullshit.
John: The tall blonde guard looked down at the other with a dead stare, his eyes filled with contempt and clear annoyance. He didn’t usher a word but rather rasped the hilt of his blade with his fingers. Maybe that would send a clear message.
Sam: She heaved a large sigh and bit back her lip for a moment before nodding in response. “I read it… Once… But… Eh… It was… Insinuatory… I like things more blunt…” Sam moved a little bit, unnerved by the question.
Caitlyn: When faced with the question she paused for a moment and nodded. “Yeah! I’ve read all the acts. It’s… subpar to the things I’m used to reading… But it’ll get you off in a pinch.” Caitlyn shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms about her chest.
Brinthal: She froze for a moment…. Who had been digging through her books! What kind of… Brinthal calmed herself and decided to tell the truth. “Yes, I have read it. Once, never wish to read it again might I add…”
James:”That is an official fine from Whiterun for unwarranted loitering, go see the Jarl’s steward at the castle to pay it off. Document says you have a few days. I suggest you use that time wisely.”
John: The burly man grinned and looked down at the small mer. His hand was about the fur grip of his axe, his fingers tentatively rolling across it. “I wouldn’t bother me about a fine again little elf… ” His voice was dark and brooding, cold and thoroughly unforgiving.
Sam: The blonde looked at the mer then back at the note. “Do me a favor elf, don’t bother me with trifling things such as this while I’m trying to enjoy myself. Now move… Yer blocking my view of that fine little lass sitting at the bar.”
Caitlyn: The burnette had a large flask of wine in her hands and was carrying it back for supper at the barracks when she was confronted by it. “Erm…. You didn’t… see… that?” She raised a brow, a little bit confused and sidestepped the mer, uncorking the flask and taking a healthy sip.
Brinthal: The bosmer made her smile, he was so tiny, cute and petite. Her skilled keen eyes looked over the issued fine and she glanced at it. “Ohi… Tis that racist cunt issuing this….” She snatched the paper and inspected it closer. “Aye… I’ll take care of this for ye. Fret not.”
James: “Doubtful… Save ye breath.”
John: The blonde gaurd gives a soft grunt and spits out. “Is that all?”
Sam: “Hm. Yea, my job sucks, I know it will get better. I thank ye for the encouragement.”
Caitlyn: “Are you kidding me! Everything is just great! How could it get any better than this!” The ranger does a small pirouette and gestures to her surroundings giving a soft smile in return.
Brinthal: A little disgruntled the halfbreed adjusts her headband a little lower so that they’d cover even more of her ears. “No one can possibly know what the future tells. Yer encouragement is much appreciated but uneeded.” She gave a half hearted smile and began to put on her helmet.
(I am feeling in an ask mood today! Go ahead send m in! Anon or not!)
(But it’ll be fu-.)
- "That’s not what I was trying to say."
- "You really are special, you know that?"
- "Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
- Life’s too short to worry about small things!”
- "Don’t worry, things will get better."
- "The stars look beautiful, don’t they?"
- "I’m trying my best, but nothing ever comes out right!"
- "Quit staring at me."
- "I-I wasn’t staring at you!"
- "Something’s off here."
- "Do you think I’m strong?"
- "I’m stronger than you think."
- "Don’t tell me I didn’t see that!"
- "You inspire me."