🍁🎑🦋 Bug Eater Farm: Autumn Catch-all 🦋🎑🍁

[pactmarshal]

🍂 WHO: Kaspar and/or Trahearne, and you!
🍂 WHAT: Joint catch-all for two good tall boys
🍂 WHEN: Throughout autumn
🍂 WHERE: Here, there, everywhere
🍂 WARNINGS: To be added in headers!

[ details and toplevels in comments below ]

Comments

[pactmarshal]

I see. [ Trahearne hums in thought. Well, it'd be a shame to put the dress to waste, but they'll think of something. At least Syrlya doesn't have to worry about returning it tomorrow, and that won't hang on Trahearne's consciousness. ]

I thought it might be nice to explore the mines for a bit, [ and get their minds off this ] but I wouldn't want your dress to get dirty.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya looks down at himself.]

Oh, no I couldn't go down there in this. [Last time he did there was a bear and he got injured. Not to mention it's so dirty.] I would have to change... and it would be best if I took the dress home and not brought it down in the bag, either.

[pactmarshal]

[ A nod. At least he's amenable to the idea! That's a relief. ]

A fair call. We should get something to eat when we drop by your house as well. We shouldn't be exploring on empty stomachs.

[ And it will probably make both of them feel better. ]

[chronosynthesis]

You want to go at night? I hope you're magic has mostly returned, it can be dangerous down there.

[But he'll turn to start heading off the beach, beach home. It'll be quite a walk and they're going to be up very late, so they might as well get going now.] I still have leftovers of the meal that Mishka brought yesterday. That would be filling enough.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's pace quickens. He's right!

But mention of Mishka's name causes him to bristle, again, just ever so slightly. He does not want to think about Mishka right now.

Glossing over that. ]

It's mostly returned, actually. [ He smiles, confident. ] I don't have any of my weapons, but I'll make do.

[ He's not worried. A stick and coconut worked well enough for him before, so. ]

It sounds as though yours has.

[chronosynthesis]

Somewhat, though I have at least recovered my blade. [Most of his actual magic is funky, but outside the goddess the average wildlife and person doesn't seem to have it. So a sword does just as well.]

[pactmarshal]

I doubt whatever dwells in the mines will be any match for us, between your blade and my necromancy.

[ Total confidence!

When they arrive back at Syrlya's farm, Trahearne waits outside and re-leaves himself. Gone are the fancy coverings, and by the time Syrlya comes back out, he's back in his more familiar getup. A sizeable stick and a rock, fashioned with straw wrappings, have been attached to his waist.

Food is graciously accepted as well. He does not think about Mishka.

When they're ready, Trahearne holds out his hand, a fond, excited smile on his face. ]

Shall we?

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya goes inside to change, so he can fold the dress and put it away with the shoes before he gears himself in his armor proper. Sword strapped to his waist, and for reheated and brought out for a quick bite.

He takes the plates inside after, grabs his pack and is ready to go. There's a pause as he looks at Trahearne hand, not expecting that, but he takes it all the same.] All right. Let's go.

[pactmarshal]

(( To the mines! ))