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after the boat trip / breaks in this inbox.

[tender]

Are you alright?

[ The journey home will take some time. She cannot tell if Edgard is miserable about this mission in particular, or if there some lingering despair hanging on him.

He seems sad. Maybe she cannot help him past it, or even change the reality of what they have just done, but she cannot pretend she is not aware of him in some way. ]

Re: after the boat trip / breaks in this inbox.

[muckspout]

[Edgard is surprised at the question. He wasn’t under the impression that Derrica had noticed his existence at all. He’s hesitant. He knows his actions (and inactions) have been judged.]

I’m as alright as I usually am. Why?

crystal message

[deceivingly]

New Edgard, did you do something bad?

Re: crystal message

[muckspout]

Hard to say. Why do you ask?

crystal.

[cozen]

[ In Orlesian, ]

How hungry are you today, my friend? On a scale of one to a dozen.

[muckspout]

Oh, definitely a dozen. I'm always hungry. What are we eating?

action

[altusimperius]

It's morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and all the daywalkers in Riftwatch are rising to start their day.

All but one, who greets the sun filtering through the window by groaning pitifully into his pillow, and doesn't move.

[muckspout]

Edgard is already dressed and ready to go when he notices Benedict still in bed.

He calls over to him,

“Benedict? Are you alright? Are you hungover?”

that same evening

[altusimperius]

It's been a long day, things having started off as they did, and by the time Benedict makes it back to the dorm: sore, tired, hands covered in paint from his mural project, he's ready to collapse.

He falls facefirst onto the bed, lying there for a moment before he begins to shrug off his jacket in the most low-effort undressing the world has ever seen.

[muckspout]

Edgard strides in, throws his bow on his bed, and then notices Benedict on the bed next to him. He shakes his head.

"Did you even go to training or did you sneak back here?"

Edgard is tired and extremely irritated.

Post Dream Adventure Action

[noonrodeon]

[ Noon comes ambling back into the Gallows with the look of someone who's spent a night doing something far more satisfying than sleeping. Under his arm is a stack of old books.

Which is the aforementioned something.

He waves at Edgard when he sees him. ]

'Llo, Ashes. You're lookin' worse for wear as always.

[muckspout]

[Edgard is exhausted and drained, but a cheerful face is certainly welcome. He puts a hand to his forehead and huffs out sarcastically:]

Thank you very much as always for your kind words.

[He lowers himself onto a chair like it might hurt him. Wait a second--]

Did you call me Ashes?

don't dreeeeam iiiit's oooover

[altusimperius]

The dream has ended, and Benedict's eyes open.

He's in bed. That tracks, that's where he belongs.

He's also being spooned, which, after a moment of picking through the haze, he realizes does Not track. Shifting around, he cranes his neck to see behind him, at the beard tickling the back of his neck, at--

"UGH!"

In his haste to scramble away, he falls on the floor.

[muckspout]

Edgard drowsily feels the sweet-smelling warmth move away from him and opens his eyes in time to see Benedict falling out of his bed. He blinks again. Benedict in his bed?

Then as he fully awakens, he feels a sinking sensation as every thing that happened in the dream plays through his mind.

He sits up and leans forward hands over his face. "Oh shit!" He yells.

crystals;

[pittance]

Can you meet me? Lowtown, near the stair.

eyes emoji

[muckspout]

[With some hesitance.]

why?

action

[altusimperius]

Right after this occurs, Benedict is heading back toward the main tower with a big stupid smirk on his face, the kind that suggests he thinks he just got away with something.

There is nothing even vaguely Edgard-shaped in his awareness, and all is bliss.

[muckspout]

Something extremely Edgard shaped appears in front of him with his arms folded.

"Why are you so happy? Couldn't be because you've been lying, is it?"

His tone is brusque, but stern. He means business.

crystal;

[katabasis]

Report to my office immediately. I've work for you.

[muckspout]

[Tenatively and with some trepidation]

This is Edgard. Think maybe you got the wrong crystal?

august; crystal

[kantikoy]

How are you doing?

[muckspout]

[Edgard is not used to this question.]

How am I doing? Back at the gallows. That's...that's where I am.

[A soft clunk heard as he sits down.]

Very tired. From the Free Marches. But, all of me.

[A sigh and a pause before a tentative]

How are you doing?

Satinalia~ (sorry for late :3)

[coquettish_trees]

[ On his desk in the morning, Edgard will find some functional art: a quiver, simply made but with fine leather and exquisite construction, with two bundles of arrows in it. One is regular arrows, albeit of very good make and balance, and the other is comprised of oddities. Each arrow in the second bundle is made from the wood of a different local tree, fletched with the feathers of the birds that make their nests in that tree, and headed with either the stone or metal most common to the ground where that tree is most often found. These are far less suitable for shooting, but they are lovely, and perhaps fascinating to someone who has paid attention to the land. ]

VERY BELATEDLY

[muckspout]

Edgard is touched at such a fine gift and will treasure them.

action.

[cozen]

[ Bastien's good enough with a bow to have not gotten his ears pulled all the way off by his bardmaster—so much better than most people—but Edgard is a better shot than he is, which is all the more reason to practice alongside him. Bastien might learn something. And he's a little competitive. A cheerful loser, but he'd rather win, or at least keep up. It's motivating.

While they're taking a break, though, to pull arrows out of the targets so they can start again, he says, ] Those ghosts. The dead ones. Were they from the war?

[muckspout]

Were there ghosts that weren't dead?

[A poor attempt at a joke. He knows what he's asking. He had hoped that Bastien hadn't seen the dead bodies, but clearly not. Edgard doesn't look at Bastien and fiddles with his bow.]

Yes. No. Well--one of them.

[He breathes in and hold his bow close, disarmed without an arrow now. He runs his fingers along it, trying to stay steady.]

crystal.

[luaithre]

Are you literate?

[ Hi. ]

[muckspout]

[???]

Was I supposed to read something?

[Hi back. Yes, he's literate.]

crystal.

[cozen]

Edgaaaard,

[ comes Bastien's voice one evening, over the crystals from all the way in Halamshiral, where I am assuming Edgard was not invited on account of the mud getting on all of the rich people's fancy clothes. ]

I had forgotten how much I hate these people.

[muckspout]

Forgotten you hated them too.

[Does Bastien hate anyone?]

Who 're we talking about?

at some point when the dust has settled a little around the mod plot;

[wythersake]

Edgard. Why is a stablehand asking after you?

[muckspout]

[Uh oh]

What's he asking?