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[kingofathoria-blog]

Rats Sire! HUGE RATS! What ever will we do against such a vermin in Brailston? They will bring sickness for sure.

Yes, yes. Fetch the maesters and the rat catchers; surely their forces combined will be able to snuff these vermin out? How… big are we talking, peasant?

[fluminiscarmen]

hey -- wanted to say thanks for the jensen gif hunt, makes my rp needs much easier (though I am para based but still) I was wondering if you take requests for other gif hunts?

shilohgarrett

Hey!  Awesome, you're very welcome!

I've had requests before, but it really depends on who it is.  I did the Jensen/Dean one because I needed a sorted folder for my own RP needs, and posting a sorted hunt I'd already done just seemed like a good idea. 

So I'll gladly take a request, and my doing it is dependent upon if it's a face I've already used before or if it's a face I could use!

[dimaeira]

Port Alone // Three Years Prior // Eira + Shiloh

 “I received a tip,” her father slumped out of his room with a sack in hand. “There’s a wool shipment coming into the docks, through the week. I’m going out there and beat the rush. You know how merchants can be.”

“Father,” Eira sighed, “You can barely stitch a thread, let alone travel that far. The Ports are a long ways away.”

“I’m fine, dear.”

“No, you’re not.” Eira walked over and caught the man, who could barely stand as it was. She took the rucksack off him, which wasn’t even packed yet, and placed it on a nearby chair. “Come on. You need to rest.” She guided him through the house and back to bed, setting him down again. Eira fluffled her pillow and helped him lie down (those bulges under his arms and legs made it difficult), before tucking him back into bed. “Try to sleep, okay?”

She headed back to kitchen, albeit only briefly; she dragged the chair with the sack into his room. Eira sat down and drew another breath. . In the past two days alone, Eira had watched her father deteriorate. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Ismo’s body was breaking out in welts, his digits blackening; they looked as if they’d rub away life charcoal. He complained of stomach aches and could hardly move. But that wasn’t the worst part – he was shivering constantly, his skin so cold that even she could feel it. Come to think about it, everything had been cooler lately—oh no.

This was all her fault; it must be. Somehow, her cyrokinetic abilities were seeping through her pores, the strength of her element too mighty to handle. Eira was killing him.

If she was the one causing this, then she needed to keep her distance. There was no denying that Ismo was sick, and there was no way he was going to make that trip. Eira, on the other hand...“How often is wool imported into Athoria, Father?”

“About once in a blue moon - why, my child?”

“I’ll go.”

Ismo, whose eyes were resting, shot wide. “Eira, you can’t. You’ve never travelled on your own, and to an unfamiliar destination, of all places!”

The young woman smiled and shook her head. “I’m twenty years old, and it’s just a minor trip. Besides, it’s ‘once in a blue moon,’, right? I can handle purchasing some wool.”

Boy, she was wrong.

--

The journey to Athoria’s ports had been troublesome enough, but the small city was a whole other matter. It was nothing like her humble Night Haven and more like Brailston, with its lines of markets and trading carts around. But, unlike the Capital, it was unfamiliar territory. The merchants here were a lot more pushing than she was used to, she kept bumping into things, and it didn’t take her long to become lost.

There was too many things going on at once and Eira began to feel stressed. Weaving throughout the crowd, she eventually slipped down a quiet alleyway. She could feel her heart beat racing a mile a minute, and her cheeks burned red, despite her fingers being icy cold. Eira was playing with the big dogs now, and she was still a pup.