Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Mar 27, 2019 8:38:07 GMT -6
A Chance Encounter.
Clythus and Gunvor.
Timeline: ---
Location: Valore, Gilded Bridge.
Time of Day/Weather: Late Morning. Sunny.
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"They were young.
They didn't know what life had planned for them."
Clythus and Gunvor.
Timeline: ---
Location: Valore, Gilded Bridge.
Time of Day/Weather: Late Morning. Sunny.
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"They were young.
They didn't know what life had planned for them."
Being a pack mule wasn't the finest of jobs. Collecting supplies was perhaps their least favorite job, but... It was a lot better than getting the life beat out of you in the ring. So, while this wasn't their favorite task ever, they supposed it could be much, much worse.
The large draft doesn't say much; not that they ever talked much in the first place. Too accustomed to using body language -- an attempt to head their War-Forged accent. Though the Pit-Fighter supposed they were recognizable enough that they didn't need to say anything; large, covered in scars, and just carried this 'don't mess with me' air about them.
All it took was one look, and no one had to question who they 'belonged' to.
Gunvor hadn't been listening too intently to the merchant in front of them, their head lulled to one side as the merchant went on and on and on. Golden eyes watch as bags are loaded up with what Elune had sent them out for -- Gunvor couldn't quite read the note they had been given, but it got the message across.
Brushes. Paints. Canvases. Nothing too heavy or bulky... But Elune wasn't going to go and get it herself -- not when she had other important things to attend to -- so Gunvor would have to do.
Perhaps they should have vocally thanked the merchant. But they don't. Only nodding their head, a soft grunt vibrating from their throat.With the packs slung over their shoulders, Gunvor begins the trip back home; walking a little slower than normal, enjoying the feeling of being out... And not having the fight for once in their life.
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