Jaded Jinx
Barrel Rider
Aeka let her breath out through her teeth in a hiss as she lowered her bow. She rose to her feet, collecting her other spilt arrow with quick frustrated movements. How could she let herself be caught unawares like that? She was trying to impress the witcher not get herself beat to a pulp.
"You've managed yourself pretty well." - he said, making her look up suddenly as she was tenderly feeling her busted lip. She grunted, nodding her thanks trying not to let on her excitement at the acknowledgment .
"Not so bad you're self." She muttered with a ghost of a smirk and followed him a bit closer to the fish man, casting a glance back at the motionless hermit and kept him in the corner of her eye.
Aeka held her bow with an arrow nocked as Corthis helped Orsmun bandage his wounds. Her arms were still prickling with adrenaline from the fight and she continued to glare into the woods. She finally forced herself to relax when Corthis introduced them, giving him a glance when he didn't right out claim he was a witcher. She nodded to the fishman and let out another breath. If the witcher was calm, their mist have been nothing of threat.
She listened to the men argue with an unpleasnt expression, nibbling at her split lip. The fisherman had a plan, it sounded half decent but the witcher's words held far more weight and understanding. She could see him growing frustrated with the stubborn man and she shook her head gravely when Orsmun stood and stumbled. She knew the urge, the deep need to prove oneself. In skellige it meant more than anyone realized, but she also knew what that little girl at home was feeling, could feel if her brother was foolishly taken from her. She had seen the sorrow of a mother who grieved for her only son.
"Aye, I'll talk some sense into him." She said, giving the fisherman a glare as she hung her bow over her shoulder. She stalked up to the man and knocked the harpoon out of his hand.
"Oi! What the hell--"
"Shuddup! What do you think you're doing?!" She growled, leaning over him with her hands on her hips. The fishman balked in the face of the girl in a crimson halo of hair, war paint on her face and blood on her lips. "You idiot! You sodden fool! You left your mother and sister home alone, sick with worry over your sorry ass." The man opened his mouth a few times but no sound came out. "What were you thinking? Thinking of glory? Of honnor? Who the hell is worth dying to impressed if you are dead? No, keep your gob shut. No one benefits from these imbisilic quests of glory. You aren't a jarl's son, you aren't a warrior; you are a son, you're m--" she caught herself. She had been talking to him as she would her own brother. "You are a brother. You don't need to do this to impressed the people who matter."
He stared at her for another moment, then swallowed. He glanced at the witcher then back at Aeka. "Sure have a mouth on you, lass... But ya don't understand. I hav'ta." He said it almost meekly.
"Will you at least let us come with you."
He hesitated, glancing away. No he wouldn't, had too much honor and gorly rattling around in his head.
Aeka leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh. "Fine..." Then she jerked the remain oil flasks from his grasp. She stomped to a nearby tree and smashed them open, spilling the contents. The fish man roared his disapproval but she just shrugged. "Looks like you'll just have to return home and try again later."
A string of oaths flew out of the man's mouth and Aeka scowled, spouting some back that brought into question his manhood and turned his ears red but shut him up. Aeka walked over to the witcher.
"I'm sorry, my temper got away from me. But those were heavy... I'd bet my bow if you kept in a straight line from the road, you'Lol be able to see something to lead you to the nest. I need to find my horse and I can take Orsmun back." She offered, having a feeling he wouldn't give her much more trouble.
@Morris
"You've managed yourself pretty well." - he said, making her look up suddenly as she was tenderly feeling her busted lip. She grunted, nodding her thanks trying not to let on her excitement at the acknowledgment .
"Not so bad you're self." She muttered with a ghost of a smirk and followed him a bit closer to the fish man, casting a glance back at the motionless hermit and kept him in the corner of her eye.
Aeka held her bow with an arrow nocked as Corthis helped Orsmun bandage his wounds. Her arms were still prickling with adrenaline from the fight and she continued to glare into the woods. She finally forced herself to relax when Corthis introduced them, giving him a glance when he didn't right out claim he was a witcher. She nodded to the fishman and let out another breath. If the witcher was calm, their mist have been nothing of threat.
She listened to the men argue with an unpleasnt expression, nibbling at her split lip. The fisherman had a plan, it sounded half decent but the witcher's words held far more weight and understanding. She could see him growing frustrated with the stubborn man and she shook her head gravely when Orsmun stood and stumbled. She knew the urge, the deep need to prove oneself. In skellige it meant more than anyone realized, but she also knew what that little girl at home was feeling, could feel if her brother was foolishly taken from her. She had seen the sorrow of a mother who grieved for her only son.
"Aye, I'll talk some sense into him." She said, giving the fisherman a glare as she hung her bow over her shoulder. She stalked up to the man and knocked the harpoon out of his hand.
"Oi! What the hell--"
"Shuddup! What do you think you're doing?!" She growled, leaning over him with her hands on her hips. The fishman balked in the face of the girl in a crimson halo of hair, war paint on her face and blood on her lips. "You idiot! You sodden fool! You left your mother and sister home alone, sick with worry over your sorry ass." The man opened his mouth a few times but no sound came out. "What were you thinking? Thinking of glory? Of honnor? Who the hell is worth dying to impressed if you are dead? No, keep your gob shut. No one benefits from these imbisilic quests of glory. You aren't a jarl's son, you aren't a warrior; you are a son, you're m--" she caught herself. She had been talking to him as she would her own brother. "You are a brother. You don't need to do this to impressed the people who matter."
He stared at her for another moment, then swallowed. He glanced at the witcher then back at Aeka. "Sure have a mouth on you, lass... But ya don't understand. I hav'ta." He said it almost meekly.
"Will you at least let us come with you."
He hesitated, glancing away. No he wouldn't, had too much honor and gorly rattling around in his head.
Aeka leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh. "Fine..." Then she jerked the remain oil flasks from his grasp. She stomped to a nearby tree and smashed them open, spilling the contents. The fish man roared his disapproval but she just shrugged. "Looks like you'll just have to return home and try again later."
A string of oaths flew out of the man's mouth and Aeka scowled, spouting some back that brought into question his manhood and turned his ears red but shut him up. Aeka walked over to the witcher.
"I'm sorry, my temper got away from me. But those were heavy... I'd bet my bow if you kept in a straight line from the road, you'Lol be able to see something to lead you to the nest. I need to find my horse and I can take Orsmun back." She offered, having a feeling he wouldn't give her much more trouble.
@Morris
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