#ic. azelhart

[lunawish]

" moon moon? my sweet, majestic beast bathed in silver?! " azelhart cries out. the evening's dawned upon them and camp's been made. usually at this hour her and her beastly companion would begin to wind down and yet, her pup not being within her pockets or by the sides of her boots worries her tremendously. " i'm sorry for eating your berries! please come back! "

meanwhile the small, silver wolf pup stalks his prey. he finds a bird and he pounces! oh so triumphant he is. just as he is about to take a look at his prize, he notices that there is nothing but a lone feather of a sparrow. his prey escaped and he whines. he's positively famished. as much as he enjoys the sweetness of berries and fruits, they are nothing without the sustenance of meat.

so he makes his way to @lunarrepel's tent. head bowing, whining — he's seen scratch do it and it works ... so why not? perhaps, this one will take sympathy upon him.

[lunawish]

@lunarrepel said: "it took me forever to find you." [ SCOLDS AFFECTIONATELY for Azel ]

it isn't often azelhart amberose finds herself so utterly lost in her own thoughts. yet , she could never quite believe that somehow the nautiloid crash brought her so close to a home she hadn't thought about in decades. the home she once grew up in, squabbled with neighborhood children in, learned how to identify her first poison in was now all but a goblin infested ruin.

her secret hiding place, somehow, still stayed in tact. that camp supply ration she buried, that tattered old childhood doodle, and that odd old tree stayed as if time never passed. the only thing new was some person's backpack and some guide by volo there. she couldn't recall much of her time there — the ranger was far too young at the time. but she did remember she was happy ... at least happier than being a lone child roaming the streets of waterdeep.

so when shadowheart called out to her, a brow lofted at the cleric's direction. a part of her, impressed with the tenacity — it was a hideaway after all. it was partially obscure, partially raised in a terrain far too high to be worth the effort but that was precisely why it was a perfect location for her younger self to simply just hide away.

" oh no, are you...? " quickly, she bounced to her feet, shoving the satchel of dried berries into her pockets. immediately, she scanned shadowheart from head to toe, noticing if there were any signs of injuries or distress. " you're not ... hurt, are you? "

I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU / accepting

[lunawish]

" do you have a favourite flower, halsin? " you gaze out at the manicured grass, the well trimmed trees of rivington atop the hill by the camp. even when you were an urchin running amok the streets of waterdeep, you never liked the manufactured aesthetics of wildlife. you loved rats and yet, everyone around you sought to eradicate them. it's been years since you allowed yourself to dwell within or nearby a city. baldur's gate, a name even you knew. you dear friend was a bard within the city walls for years. yet. you cannot help but to envision an immediate future where you're away from this ghastly site.

you look @ch0sene — a wood-elf, just like you. he's seen so much and yet, he still loves so deeply. you admire that. you want to be like that. reaching into your pouch, you absentmindedly feed a piece of jerky to the wolf pup settled inside your cloak's pocket.

" i don't think i can choose just the one. " / sc.

[lunawish]

" ser wolfbluff — " the ranger smiles almost sheepishly. within her arms is a bounty of anything ranging from leather plates, to shields, to daggers, to gemstones. it weighs heavily on her. she can't move as nimbly as she would like ——karlach's left already, lae'zel is already on a hunt for a quartermaster.

bashfully, she darts her tongue out. there's always something about paladins in specific intimidates her. azelhart would never know why but she looks at @afraidofchange all the same. " could i borrow your arms — your strong arms for a minute? " / sc.

[lunawish]

" oof. taking every piece of loot sounds like a good idea until i'm responsible for inventory management. " azelhart scratches her head, perplexed at the sheer amount of useless armour she had brought back with her —— they ought to be worth some coin ... right? knee propped up, the ranger frowns in frustration. she's street smart at best, but far too honest to be even a decent trader. casually, she turns her head to face @feygloom . " you short on any healing potions? 'cuz we have 50 right here! " / sc.

[lunawish]

" i don't like reveling in the misery of others but ... seeing those spiders so .... happy — when i let them out of the goblin dungeon? well, i'd say it's worth a few mortal sacrifices. " the ranger muses aloud, running her fingers through the soft fur of the wolf cub that's comfortably lodged atop her lap. sleep escapes her, and so it appears to escape @starlyht too. azelhart concluded a prayer offering to selûne when sol'rys' presence registered. she's never been a devout follower but her parents were — every full moon she'd spill some wine for the goddess ( mostly so her lycan companion can receive extra protection ) . / sc !