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A small sound of acknowledgment, directed at the sewing. After several seconds' pause, Teren remarks, "rotten luck."
She casts a measuring, inscrutable glance up at Vega, the rhythm of her hand unerring. "I suppose you shall have to make the most of it." Riftwatch being both no place for an untrained civilian and the only place for shardbearers does present its problems.
"How are you with a blade?"
She casts a measuring, inscrutable glance up at Vega, the rhythm of her hand unerring. "I suppose you shall have to make the most of it." Riftwatch being both no place for an untrained civilian and the only place for shardbearers does present its problems.
"How are you with a blade?"
Well, it's —
Actually very much appreciated that Teren empathizes with this. Vega swallows around a lump in her throat and undoes a knot of arms across her chest, reaching out to place her hand against the neck of a griffon. She sifts her fingers through feathers, and releases a held breath, a clenched jaw and hunched shoulders.
"I am good with a bow."
Actually very much appreciated that Teren empathizes with this. Vega swallows around a lump in her throat and undoes a knot of arms across her chest, reaching out to place her hand against the neck of a griffon. She sifts her fingers through feathers, and releases a held breath, a clenched jaw and hunched shoulders.
"I am good with a bow."
Teren has been around long enough to see the shards go bad and worse, and even she has to admit that being a horrible brat isn't enough to earn one. A thrashing, maybe, a cuff about the ear, but not a shard.
"Good," she says simply, pleased by the answer, "and you've had occasion to use it?" An eyebrow raised, "in the field?"
"Good," she says simply, pleased by the answer, "and you've had occasion to use it?" An eyebrow raised, "in the field?"
"Yes."
In the field, not in the field; that horrible woman knocking her to the ground in the training yard comes to mind. Instead Vega says, "I rescued Cedric in battle."
In the field, not in the field; that horrible woman knocking her to the ground in the training yard comes to mind. Instead Vega says, "I rescued Cedric in battle."
"Ah, did you now."
This is met with a little smirk, followed by, "he's a good sort. Lucky he had you looking out for him."
A little gesture to the cloth as she requests it be held again.
"Making good with griffons and Templars. You're not doing so poorly, then."
This is met with a little smirk, followed by, "he's a good sort. Lucky he had you looking out for him."
A little gesture to the cloth as she requests it be held again.
"Making good with griffons and Templars. You're not doing so poorly, then."
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