S4E13-QuinysRowanEdric

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin began her trek down the steps after a mostly sleepless night. The few moments she had managed to keep her eyes closed had been fraught with nightmares and fears of what was to become of her the next time that Adonis decided to come into her life, and concern over if she had the strength to turn him down again. She still looked her part to the untrained eye, red hair in a tight braid and impeccable leather armor protecting her important bits, but her eyes were blood shot and red rimmed and the puffiness of her face betrayed the fact that she had spent most of her night crying.

Rowan

Rowan thanks Onys for her counsel, rising from the chair by the fire. There are several tables nearby, most of which are empty. While the other tenants of the inn have begun to rise, not many have left their rooms yet. She takes her seat at an empty table as she sees Quinys emerge from upstairs. She feels the same reaction she is used to when seeing the elf, a base level of distrust, but even from this distance she can see her eyes are red. Rowan imagines she must look the same way after her outburst with Onys. Despite her misgivings the others in the group did seem to trust her. Perhaps Rowan had misjudged her as she had misjudged the others. Catching her eye, Rowan silently motions towards a chair at the same table, inviting Quinys to sit.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin nods and sits next to Rowan, clearing her throat and looking at the table. "Uh, morning. Did you sleep well?" This was new, maybe she was about to be asked a million questions again, or maybe Rowan was going to sit quietly next to her and just wanted Quinys to be near for some reason, who knew.

Rowan

Rowan smiles at the question, almost identical to Onys'. It seems to be the polite way to begin a morning conversation. She would have to remember it. "Not particularly, but it was a good night anyway. Did you sleep well?" Based on Quinys' demeanor she can guess the answer, but with her limited conversational skills she struggled to find anything more meaningful to ask. She could feel the awkwardness hanging in the air, but it would have to do.

Edric Crestrun

The next down the stairs would be Edric, having preceeded Erys in departing his room as he yawned, his demeanor considerably improved from the previous night as he seemed to even have a bit of a lightness to his steps. Naturally, despite having just woken up, he already looked impeccable with a bit of magical assistance as he glanced down to see Quinys and Rowan chatting at a table together. For a moment, he had a bit of hesitation. Last night had ended…poorly for the two of them, and he felt a pang of regret in his chest as he looked at the red haired wood elf. He needed to clear things up, or things would only get worse. Continuing down the last of the steps, he tried on a gentle smile instead of his usual cunning grin, and walked up to the two of them. "Heya Quin, Rowan. Mind if I join ya? Breakfast's on me this mornin'."

Quinys Forgedawn

"I don't, Rowan?" Quin looked Edric over for a moment, then turned back to Rowan with a small smile. "I hardly slept, so I guess it's good I don't really need to." Quin leaned back in her chair a bit and rubbed at her still sore eyes, wishing she had at least rinsed her face in cool water before coming down. "And I'm not super hungry, Edric, so you'll get off cheap with me today."

Rowan

Rowan repeats her welcoming motion, gesturing to an empty chair for Edric to sit in across from her. Thinking of her own hunger, she realizes she hasn't eaten since early yesterday. She wonders idly if she eats while she's an animal if that will be sufficient for her natural form. Another aspect of herself she didn't know and she would have to experiment with. "Hello Edric, thank you, I am quite hungry. Did you sleep well?" She flashes a large smile, proud of her improving conversational skills

Edric Crestrun

Flashing back a smile to the both of them, he pulled out a chair and took a seat, waving over to the bartender and asking for a few plates of whatever was on the menu this morning. Looking to Quin, he could see just how the previous day's events haunted her, and he wanted to just say something, but it seemed like something better approached in a slower, more subtle way. Instead, he took it upon himself to answer Rowan, surprised at her new candor. "I actually slept great for once. No wakin' up yellin' about sharks or nothin'. You seem pretty chipper today." Glancing back to Quinys as he leaned onto the table with his elbows, he grinned. "One day, yer gonna let me treat ya for once."

Quinys Forgedawn

"I'll think about it." Quin ordered an oatmeal from the barkeep and groaned softly, finally functioning enough to realize how sore she was. What was it about crying that was so exhausting? "Why do mornings even exist? Can't we just all agree life is better after noon? I mean, is there even a point in starting anything this early? Other than misery, that is."

Rowan

Rowan, oblivious to any of the apparent subtext to the conversation, considers Quinys' statment for a moment. "I love the mornings. It's the best time to go hunting. You can set up your traps for the day and usually catch a few fish in the river for breakfast. You have to be careful to not try to fish where the bears are though. They don't like to share." This is going so well, Rowan thinks to herself. This must be what it is like to have friends. Maybe it's not so bad. "I think we will be heading out today. I hope we are able to find Gundren soon."

Edric Crestrun

"Hey, the mornin' ain't too bad, Quin. I always welcomed it, meant a new day of learnin' and discoverin' ways to bend the world to my will. Some of my best work's been done after a good night's sleep before the sun's finished risin'." A plate with a slice of ham, some sliced and fried potatoes, and a couple of eggs arrived and he started in on it, feeling hungrier than he had in a long time. Everything seemed just a bit brighter in his life today, like someone turned up the saturation of his soul. Did he really just think that? He tried to push away the notion. "I'm sure we're gonna find 'em sittin' on the throne of Cragmaw with a mug of ale in one hand and a hammer in the other, and he's gonna look at us and say 'What took ya so long!?'"

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin looked between the two of them and wondered briefly what kind of hell she had been sent to, her bowl of almost unflavored goop sitting in front of her. She took a bite and relished the blandness of it, feeling like it matched her soul for the time being. "I hope you're right, Edric, he's been missing for far too long and I'm starting to worry. Usually he can figure things out for himself, but she's still just a dwarf, by himself, in some kind of danger. What happens if we get there and he's less than okay? What do we do then?"

Rowan

Rowan had been worried about their own issues in getting to Gundren, she hadn't considered that they may already be too late. She wasn't sure how she felt about that prospect. Gundren had been a valuable asset for supplies, and she did not specifically wish him harm, but if they arrived at their destination and he was dead, would she be upset?"Whatever his state is when we arrive is how he will be. We cannot know before we arrive and we cannot change what has already happened." Rowan took a large bite of her breakfast, eating an entire egg in one mouthful.

Edric Crestrun

Shoveling down another mouthful of potatoes, he had to take a drink of ale to wash it down before he could reply. "Cmon you two, what's the point of bein' so morose? We're big damn heroes, look what we did for this town in one day, that they couldn't manage in weeks. Whatever's waitin' for us at Cragmaw, we can handle it." Looking at Quin, he wondered what was going through her head right now as he tried to study her face for clues, only to come up shorthanded. He would have to be a bit more direct. "By the end of this, they're gonna regret they ever messed with our friend Gundren, after they meet the people who are out to save him."

Quinys Forgedawn

"If I know Gundren, they already regret messing with him. The man never shuts up." Quin smiles for a moment before continuing her breakfast of warm and soothing cereal, something about the food bringing her comfort. Maybe the warmth chasing the ever constant chill she felt, or the extreme contrast between in and the sweets from the day before, or maybe she really liked oatmeal…who knew anymore. "So, Rowan, I know all about this giant butt head, tell me something special about you."

Rowan

"Special?" Rowan thought for a moment. What was special about her? She didn't really have a baseline to compare herself to. She thought of her mother telling her how special she was, but as she was coming to realize, her mother rarely dealt with specifics. "Well…I can turn into a bear! I don't know how special that is, but it's new at least! I suppose I grew up alone in the woods. I don't think that happens too much. At least I never saw anyone else living in the forest. I dunno, I don't think there's too much that's special about me." Smiling she takes another large mouthful of food. "These potatoes are very good!" She says, still chewing them.

Edric Crestrun

"Little farmin' towns like this have some good points, like some really damn good potatos!" He gave a thumbs up to the bartender as he turned back to finish up his eggs. He considered what Rowan just said, but at the same time, he didn't want to make too big a deal of it."Growin' up by yourself ain't too uncommon. My mom was the only parent I had, and she was dead by the time I was ten. Good woman, my mom, did her best to give me everything I needed. Still, while I can't imagine it's easy growin' up in a forest, the streets of Neverwinter aren't exactly a cakewalk to survive."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin took another larger bite, burning her mouth a bit as she thought about her own situation growing up and how maybe everyone's childhood was just a different kind of fucked. She swallowed and took a drink of milk, clearing her throat and drawing pictures in her food with her spoon. "My mom was beautiful, I have a picture if you'd like to see." She fused the gold locker from out of her top, opening it to show a male and female wood elf in either side. The pictures were black and white, but if you looked real hard you could see the features that became Quinys…or maybe she just imagined all that.

Rowan

Rowan leaned over to look into the locket. She looked at the two small pictures inside. They looked like kind people. She was growing fonder of Quinys, it seemed less and less likely that she was the deceitful monster Rowan originally thought she was. Having finished the majority of her breakfast, she sits back in her chair. "My mom is beautiful too." For just a moment she considers saying was, but dismisses it. That was one thought she would not let fester. "She took care of me for a long time and taught me a lot about the forest. I wouldn't have made it a month without her! She was an artist, you know. She had a shop in Neverwinter!" Rowan turns to Edric "You may even have met her."

Edric Crestrun

"I might have, I've probably met more than half the people in the city. Probably wouldn't remember her even if ya had a picture though, unless she was a tiefling like you. Met more than a few in my travels around Toril, nice folks most of 'em, but then again I ain't the type to judge a guy fer their horns or tail." He knew plenty who did, of course, but growing up an outsider himself, he reflected that perhaps that perspective gave him a better outlook on those who were similarly maligned. Looking to Quinys's locket, he could see the resemblance, and wondered what it would have been like to have not even had his mother to keep him on the straight and narrow. His courage had been worked up. "Hey uh…I'm sorry about last night. I understand if ya ain't too keen on continuin' your studies, but if ya are, door's always open to ya."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin tucked the locket away and shook her head, pulling her braid over her shoulder and shrugging. "I have to, now. I need to be able to do this, to prove that I can, without him. And I'm doing okay, aren't I? I mean, I'm trying not to be a poor student. I'm reading the things you tell me to, and practicing whenever I get the chance." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, a small hand appearing and moving her spoon from the bowl, to her mouth, and back again.

Rowan

Rowan leans forward staring at the hand. "That's so cool! I didn't know you could do that!"

Red Phantom

Grinning, he finished up his morning ale and sighed. "She can now. Quin's a damn magic wunderkind, never seen anyone learn so quickly, or grasp the Weave so innately. I'm even a little jealous." Looking to Quin, he couldn't help but feel proud of her as a student. Maybe that's what was more important right now, than any kind of other relationship, was to be the one to help nurture that talent and make it shine. "Anyway, I'm gonna go get my stuff together. Got some new tricks up my sleeve today, so I'm lookin' forward to some showin' off!" Getting up from the table, he gave a feigned bow to the two of them. "You two have been wonderful breakfast companions, and I hope we can do it again sometime." With that, he headed off upstairs, to go and take care of his packing before they left.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin watched him go and sighed as she took a few more bites of her food. He was a complex man, that's for sure, and she may not ever understand him or anyone else. "Edric taught me, he's been helping me learn a bit every night and I got that one down last night. I have a few more things I can do, but those are surprises for now. But I doubt I could ever do anything as awesome as turning into another creature entirely."

Rowan

"It is a thrilling experience but it feels so natural, it's like I've always been preparing for it. I feel like that's what my whole life has been leading towards, even if I never knew it. Now that I've done it, it's hard to imagine how I was before. But that is nothing compared to learning something new in a single night. I was already impressed by your skills with a blade, you'll be better than us all before long." Rowan laughed softly, feeling relaxed around Quinys for the first time.

Quinys Forgedawn

"Not better, just different. None of us are better than the others, just gifted in different ways, and that's what makes us a great team. If someone was the best we would all end up resenting them." Quin stood and stretched, feeling better after this, Rowan had treated her like a person and didn't ask a single question about Adonis and for that Quin was grateful. "This was really great, thanks for being a good friend."

Rowan

Rowan stood as well, she said a quick goodbye before heading outside to enjoy some of the early morning sunshine, beaming inside at being called a friend.

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