Fish for Fortune and shoot for the Stars

Cain: “Orin, I- ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ... “

Orin: “I don’t think they can hear you like this, Cain.”

Cain: [Groans in embarrasment] “Ugh, big deal.” 

Orin: [Laughs] “Come on you. We’re all friends here.”

Cain: “Fine. Orin Corcor, you dunce. I thought I had everything I could wish for in my old life. But you-”

Gayle: “Oh look at those two! So undeniably in love! So forthcoming in their feelings. It takes some guts, doesn’t it? To come out like this and shout out to the world how much you care for eachother.”

Orin: “Bethany Cain.”

Cain: “Oh watcher, it’s happening.”

Orin: “The first time I saw you, someone had bound you to a tree and you were on the verge of dehydrating.”

Orin: “Then I cut you loose, and I asked who did this to you, and it took you a bit to come to your senses before you looked me right in the eyes and said, in a moment of weakness; ‘Don’t leave, I can’t be alone again.’”

Cain: “... that’s particulairy embarassing but go off-”

Orin: “I know there’s nothing you hate more than being dependent, and you’d never take anything without giving back in return. You told me that the first time you drank blood of me.”

Orin: “But then I fell in love with you, and you dare I say, started to fall in love with me in return.”

Cain: [Chuckles] “Little bit.”

Avos: “Excuse me! We’re looking for a certain groom-to-be!”

Meric: “Nooo, Avo! We lookin’ for daddy.”

Avos: “Oh you’re right of course, Merry. Are there any fathers in the near vicinity? Any green ones, specifically?”

Meric: “There!”

Orin: “There’s my favourite boys, and my favourite... human. Up you go Meric.” 

Avos: “So, you’re ready for your big day? I see the hat is back?”

Orin: “Just for now, cuz’ the sun is back up, you know?”

Avos: “Something old... something new... “

Avos: “Well your house, I guess, though you won’t really be wearing that...”

Avos: “And for something borrowed and something blue. Perhaps you should hold Ollie for a bit during the ceremony.”

Orin: “Wouldn’t you like that, huh? ‘Sides, that rhyme is for the brides, not the grooms.”

Bark: A baby is nothing like a leaf, it cries, and it poops and it can’t do any work.

Bark: But they grow tall as little persons, and learn to speak. They look just like the ones who grew them.

Anthony: “Aren’t those super old and wet? Why are you in there?”

Bark: “Don’t you think it’s a bit sad that once the summer is over, some trees just throw them away? They can’t take care of themselves! They’re dying... I thought I’d play with them for a bit. They must feel lonely.”

Anthony: “I guess so, didn’t think of it like that before. There’s lots of animals who play with them though! Rabbits and hedgehogs and foxes and squirrels-”

Bark: “Not those here at our camp, though, right? I think they get a bit shy.”

Anthony: “I guess not...”

Bark: “I’d take way better care of my leaves if I still had them.”’

Anthony: “Yeah, I reckon you would...”

Bark: “Anthony? Do you think we should have a baby like Meric or Oliver? I’d think I could probably take really good care of one! And you can probably teacht them how to hunt!”

Anthony: “Wha- thats... You’ve thought about this a lot haven’t you?”

Bark: The last wintermonths are the coldest. Every little tree knows that.

Bark: Some of them go dormant, slow down and lose their leafs. These trees are the saddest during the winter. I used to be.

Bark: There are other trees as well, the smart trees. They produce sap, sweet sweet sap that protects them from the freezing cold. Most of our forests seemed to have the right idea. I told them all that it worked, and I think they might have believed me.

Elios: “You don’t. I’ve got more than enough energy, Avos. The blue will be gone again in the morning, It’s just because it’s late. But when I rest-”

Avos: “If you rest, more like.”

Elios: “Don’t patronise me like that! I know my personal limits. You’re being overprotective. You have a son to practice that on. Meric, even, if Cain would let you. You don’t have to use me for that. 

Avos: “I don’t want you to find you on the ground paralysed somewhere one of these days, Eli. I don’t think I could handle that.”

Elios: “Oh Avos, good evening to you. I was just taking Ollie to bed. I’m about to go back to the stables though, Powall still had to go for a round, she was a bit restless this afternoon, and I haven’t had the time-”

Avos: “Eli, your skin is nearing purple. I think you should lie down.”

Elios: “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not purple at all. Nor blue, nor any other colour than the one I was born with. I feel perfectly fine.”

Elios: “Sleep well, sweet darling.”

Oliver: “Eli blue.”

Elios: “Oh don’t you start, Ollie. Your father has been giving me enough lip concerning that.”

Gayle: “Might give you a break and a half too, Elios. All the running you do for this little man.”

Elios: “It’s nothing like that, I love the lad and he’s rather fond of me, so I’m glad to be there to distract him so Avos can get to work properly.”

Gayle: “And what about your own tasks then, love?”

Elios: “I’m a scout turned handler for a reason, darling. I can handle it.”

Elios: “We’re here Gayle, what’s it you- Oh.” Gayle: “Look what auntie made for you, baby. Do you like it?”

Oliver: “Play for Ollie?”

Gayle: “Absolutely, sweetheart. It’s all yours. I made one for Meric as well so there’s no need for the fuss of fighting.”

Elios: “It’s great Gayle, say thank you, Darling.”

Oliver: “Thankyou dalin’!”

Elios: “...Out came the sun and dried up all the rain...”

Oliver: “Issie bissie spider climb back again.”

Elios: “Very good Oliver! You’re so good at this.”

Oliver: “Want bird again!”

Elios: “Little Robin readbreast?”

Oliver: “Birdy!”

Elios: “Alright then. Little Robin readbreast-

Gayle: “Elios? Are you in there? Can you take Ollie outside for a bit?”

Orin: “It may sound selfish but the fact that she’s going to outlive me doesn’t scare or worry me. If anything, I’m glad I’m alive for this. I never thought I’d be a husband, or a father.”

Avos: “A father two times over, soon enough.”

Orin: “Heh, yeah. I guess so.”

Avos: “I’ve never heard someone calling themselves selfish for loving someone before. You know, if that’s your only worry.”

Avos: “If you, as an orc, have accepted you’ll die young. I’m sure that she, as a vampire, has accepted she’ll live long. I think accepting that for each other is the hardest part.”

Orin: “I have no problem with Cain living long.”

Avos: “Are you never worried about… livespans and stuff?” Orin: “It’s weird, you know? Last year I would never have thought I’d still live by now.”

Avos: “What?”

Orin: “You met many orcs in your time, boss? Know what they do when they’re about my size?”

Avos: “They’re still at war…. You were gonna be a soldier?”

Orin: “Mama always said I’d get me killed before I touched the battleground. Called me too soft, guess that’s true. I had already laid myself down at the idea I’d be dead by the year coming. It was kind of scary.”

Avos: “Damn Corcor, how do you even live like that?”