Wolves and dogs, generally; just waiting for the day I find a hound who’ll follow me home, although I’d want to be sure they don’t, like, try to eat Barrows’ cats.
And oh, right— d’you still have that horse? Over Kirkwall side.
I wasn’t tryin’— ( Astrid exhales a huff of breath which could sound like expaseration, an eyeroll, but there’s a thread of fondness in it. ) What’s her name?
I’m just getting some ideas for next Satinalia, if you haven’t fucked off by then.
It was just a drink; I’ll have time to make you something better next time.
( A horse. She knows what to carve now. It’s an offhand promise, quick and breezy, with the assumption of of course I’ll get you something again. )
Although not to be rude but— ( Astrid hesitates. She doesn’t have an anchor-shard herself so she’s fuzzy on the specifics, but: ) Don’t you, like, go crazy and die if you leave here? ‘Cos of your hand.
(Strange to not know what to say, here. People don't promise to get her things let alone better things, and next time. She feels the need to fidget. She sits on her hands.)
Well — yes, apparently. But I won't have this thing in my hand forever, will I. Research is working on a way to get rid of them.
(And saying this makes Vega realise she has absolutely no idea if that is the truth.)
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(A brief hesitation before,) And you?
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And oh, right— d’you still have that horse? Over Kirkwall side.
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I do. But you can't use her, she won't accept other riders.
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I’m just getting some ideas for next Satinalia, if you haven’t fucked off by then.
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I really hope that I am not here by next Satinalia, but...
(A breath.) Thank you.
It was nice of you to give me something.
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( A horse. She knows what to carve now. It’s an offhand promise, quick and breezy, with the assumption of of course I’ll get you something again. )
Although not to be rude but— ( Astrid hesitates. She doesn’t have an anchor-shard herself so she’s fuzzy on the specifics, but: ) Don’t you, like, go crazy and die if you leave here? ‘Cos of your hand.
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(Strange to not know what to say, here. People don't promise to get her things let alone better things, and next time. She feels the need to fidget. She sits on her hands.)
Well — yes, apparently. But I won't have this thing in my hand forever, will I. Research is working on a way to get rid of them.
(And saying this makes Vega realise she has absolutely no idea if that is the truth.)
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I mean, that one blonde in Research hacked hers off. S’pose you could do that.
( This is not the most reassuring thing Astrid’s ever said to anyone. )
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Pardon me?
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