all the loney starters

Dinah’s brows were knitted together in concentration as she finished stitching up a wound, “Well maybe next time you should think twice before trying to vault over a fence with a ditch behind it. But you’re finished; go back out there and enjoy the festival,” she scolded them before hearing a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called as she turned to look over her shoulder at who was coming in.

“Your dancing is wonderful,” Aalis complimented the young man who had asked her to dance with a wide smile. She had been taking some time to enjoy the spring festivities before some performances later in the day for the people. She let out a laugh as the man spun her quickly, making her go up onto her tiptoes for a moment. That was when everything seemed to dim and her vision was replaced with something else. She stood in a strange stage-like place, twirling on shoes that helped her to stay on her toes, with music that she didn’t recognise. The vision was gone as quickly as it came but it was long enough for her to stop dancing, a look of confusion on her face. “Excuse me,” she told her partner quickly as she dashed out the the square and into one of the small alleyways that ran adjacent. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going when she clipped someone’s shoulder, “Sorry!” Aalis exclaimed, apologising quickly. 

“I feel like the axe throwing is a bit too extreme for my liking.” Gale said aloud, watching the other contestants doing their hardest for the prize. Thing was, he could easily do it, but he’d rather have his palm read than act like a barbarian. “Might I accompany you to do an activity, My Lady/My Lord? I feel like I’ll grow roots standing here any longer.” 

“I don’t suppose you happen to carry a flask of water with you that I could use?” Calypso asked the first passerby, not wanting the bloodstain to throw off any person willing to speak with her. Her loyal steed stood next to her, a bag tied to the saddle, dripping with blood. A bounty she’d come to collect but she couldn’t get the blood from her clothes with just a cloth, and her flask was emptied during the hunt. “You’d do me a great pleasure, serah.” 

Lowering her gaze she took a sip of her tea as she watched the other approach, greeting them with an easy smile of acknowledgement. “Good morning.”

“You would think there’d be plenty of moving companies that 1. have a proper website. 2. have good reviews and 3. aren’t ridiculously overpriced. I mean come on. It’s a hundred for just the truck, ten an hour and it says the standard delivery crew is two, so really that’s twenty. Including rest time. I mean not to be cheap but.. Is this where it’s going? I might as well kidnap every strong person I know or bait them with dinner for a week. I’ll be spending just as much then, for sure.” 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Look, I just asked for something simple. But if you can’t manage that, then I can ask someone else. It’d save both of us the time and the trouble,” the witch said tiredly. Little sleep and an overworked schedule did things to an irritable man. That and he hadn’t exactly had the physical affection he desired in quite some time, which only worsened his mood. “Can you get it for me or not?”

“…So because you decided to have a little too much fun on St. Patrick’s Day and the hospital’s too far away or whatever, it’s my responsibility to take care of you? You know I’m a doctor for animals, right? Though by your actions, I might as well consider you one.”