( OPEN ) may catch-all

[gynvael]

🧙 WHO: Geralt + You
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, getting harassed by crabs, rocks thrown??
🕒 WHEN: May
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A for now


OPEN:
+ No Buccaing Out + A Stone's Throw from Revenge
+ Party Rock


[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

Comments

[bostonhowler]

[ Brigid is a personable person. She likes talking to the customers as much as she likes cooking for them. It helps that she's got a couple helpers in the kitchen that quickly adjusted to her standards and were quite happy to relinquish the head cook job to her.

By the fire, Cuna raises his head, knowing they're talking about him. He pricks his ears up, glancing at the wolf. He noses the wolf toward the fireplace and settles back down again. ]

The Cù-Sìth? Yes, he is.

[ And she's irritated about it. She doesn't like that her senses are gone, and this barrowhound is now following her around. A wolf would have made sense. ]

I take it the wolf is yours?

[gynvael]

[ Is that what it's called? He doesn't recognize the word, but it sounds vaguely Elder. Close, at least. Is she elven? Under her long locks, he can't quite glimpse her ears. ]

Mm-hmm. [ His wolf scratches an ear, staring without shame at the food on the table. Geralt ignores her and keeps eating. He'll feed her later. It's not like she can't hunt on her own. ] You're not fond?

[ She seems less than interested in her familiar. Which, truthfully, he'd understand if she'd been saddled with an annoyance, but the hound looks pretty damn well behaved. ]

[bostonhowler]

Mmm.

[ She presses her lips together and looks over at Cuna. He's watching the wolf and not even caring about the food being passed around the inn. ]

I take it you're not familiar with the Cù Sìth.

[ It's pretty obvious. ]

They're also called barrowhounds, where I'm from and are considered an omen of death. I hardly think that appropriate to be wandering about an inn, do you?

[ No, no she is not fond, and she'd like a different familiar, please and thank you. Over by the fire, Cuna snorts out what sounds like a laugh, and puts his head down, ears flicking idly. Yes, he's laughing at her and she knows it. ]

[gynvael]

[ A handful of hounds run wild on the Continent, but barrowhounds aren't one of them. Too bad. She might not be fond, but it's starting to grow on him, with a hint of personality shining through.

Ah. He's starting to see now. Geralt takes in the hound before looking back at her, faintly amused. ]

If all omens of death were true, there'd be a thousand more corpses.

[ Hardly a reason to judge, a hound saddled with a poor reputation. (Doesn't he know what that's like. ) ]

[bostonhowler]

[ She snorts, amused. ]

If all the death omens in Ireland were true, there'd be thousands more corpses.

[ She's not denying that, just having one following you around is a little... creepy. Yes, creepy is a good word for it. ]

I'm Brigid. That's Cuna.

[ He raises his head and flicks an ear in greeting. ]

[gynvael]

Geralt.

[ His eyes land on his wolf. Unlike Cuna, he has no introduction for his familiar. Others have named theirs, but he hasn't gotten around to it or needed to.

Though the wolf is looking at him like she's waiting for a name. Mm. Maybe he should. He'll find one later. ]

Can't say it isn't strange. Wolves don't tend to be docile.