#dithaya

[tinybewitchedgilnean]

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Rin quirked an eyebrow, examining the piece of paper Dithaya was holding just out of her sight. Yes, they would be at the artist’s shop in a few minutes, but Dithaya was keeping information so tantalizingly close. Rin could not help but be curious.

“I s’pose that’s fair ‘nuff,” she said cautiously. “I’ve been givin’ it some thought for myself. I think I’m good on crystals, plants, and vials.” She examined the collage of witchy art on her arms. Yes, those three things were more than well-represented.

“Hmm. Maybe an owl.” Lyric was her loyal familiar, after all. “But where, though? Maybe the inside of my hip.” That was where she was planning on initially anyway, but why not speculate some dark horses Dithaya might not expect? “Or my thigh? Maybe lower back? Oh, or it could be in th’ center of my chest. Can ye imagine?”

They were all spots she could not imagine getting a tattoo, but she hoped it was enough to distract Dithaya as she made an attempt to snag the mystery drawing.

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[roses-and-arrows]

Decided to draw something up for mahself. And man I'm happy with how this came out!

[estonvega]

How long was she gone, a week? She had actually lost track with how much planning and preparation that time just seemed to slip by. Either way, she finds herself wandering the port town looking for any familiar face. What day was it? Who really knew at this point. Stepping into the Octopus, she stretches her arms above her head and upon seeing Eston behind the counter she whistles to get his attention. "Guess who didn't die!"

Things clearly hadn’t changed all that much on his end, at least not from first appearances.  Wearing his typical attire, looking perhaps a bit more tan than before, and standing behind the bar with glass of whiskey in hand - not things never change.  He was talking to a couple of the old timers at the opposite end of the relatively uncrowded bar, glancing towards the door as it opened to reveal the familiar face.  The smile was quick to form, murmuring a soft ‘excuse me’ to old men before making his way towards Rose.

“Well, well, you came back in one piece!  Hopefully…”  He went around the side of the bar in order to give the woman a proper hug, placing a kiss to her cheek in greeting.  “Good to see you, my dear.”  Releasing her, he gave her his typical once over, mostly checking for injuries or any other oddities that may be different.  Gesturing for her to take a seat, he returns to his perch behind the bar to pour her a generous glass of whiskey.  

“Do I dare ask how the mission went?” Uncertain if she wished to speak of it or not, he left the option open.  The last letter he had received from her didn’t seem very promising that things were going all that well.  Thankfully, here she was in person.

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[tinybewitchedgilnean]

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As Dithaya looked at her own arms, Rinnessa leaned in closer to do the same. She considered Dithaya’s point, holding up her own arms as if she was handling a bow and nocking an arrow. Her form was clearly wrong, as Rin’s limited experience with weapons never placed an actual bow in her hands.

Still, she got the idea and smiled. “Mmm, aye. Th’ left arm; th’ one ye hold th’ bow with—assuming ye do hold it with th’ left, which I should not assume,” she rambled off. “But yes, that one. That way th’ arrow is always aimed at whatever ye’re targetin. Like a compass arrow. But, y’know, fer… other arrows.” Alright, so maybe that line of thought got away from her near the end.

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[roses-and-arrows]

Dith in a nutshell..