Jace Regmar de Millefiore, Heart of a Lion

magetiiri started following you

Tiiri looked up at the man, eyes wide as she stepped back a bit.

magetiiri started following you

Tiiri looked up at the man, eyes wide as she stepped back a bit.

Jace tilted his head slightly, still sound asleep under the crown of the tree. But he felt like he was falling, thus waking up swiftly for him to sit upward. As he shifted his head left to right to look for the basket that was formerly in his lap, he looked down to see an agitated bosmer yelling at him. He woke up just in time to hear what he had to say.

Maasli raised an eyebrow at the Nord’s claim. Bear territory? Not that he knew of anyways. He’d been there a couple times and hadn’t seen any bears. “Bears? I haven’t seen any bears in the times I’ve been here…” He muttered, mostly to himself. But it was possible that the other would have been able to hear it.

"Well apologies for having my featherweight of a basket fall upon your person. I shall direct you to the nearest healer so he could get rid of that dreadful scrape." He said in an awful sarcastic manner, trying not to laugh as he did. "But what I meant by bear territory, is that there is a stormcloak camp nearby, and, well, you should know the rest."

“That’s your first problem. The attitude might get you a good nights lay, but nothing ever serious…unless that’s what you want, then it is perfectly ok, for I was the same at one point.” He still kept his stoic demeanor, knowing the orc won’t charge him once more he sat down and crossed his arms.

Well, that was a sure way to make the conversation just a little more awkward.

[Business as Usual - Gaelle/Jace]

"She was doing wonderfully. She sends her warm wishes" He smirked a bit, unconsciously running his finger through her hair. Gaelle reminded him so much of her "sister" but alas they were two completely different people, and upon realizing he invaded her space he pulled his hand back quickly.

“Ah, yes, what I was bothering you for precisely. I overheard you mumblin’ to yourself about women, and I got one bit of good advice for you…..” Jace paused momentarily, looking at his expression before continuing.

Dakog growled at the response, a low, raspy hum that rose from the back of his throat. He hadn’t been asking for advice, hadn’t even been asking for conversation. Still, the man was here, and the orc drunk enough to keep talking.

"That's your first problem. The attitude might get you a good nights lay, but nothing ever serious...unless that's what you want, then it is perfectly ok, for I was the same at one point." He still kept his stoic demeanor, knowing the orc won't charge him once more he sat down and crossed his arms.

The young Bosmer was unaware of anyone in the apple tree. That was until the basket hit him right on the head. He let out a yelp as he nearly face planted into the trunk on the tree. He caught himself on the trunk with his hands, keeping himself from smacking into it. “O… Ouch!” He cried out, turning his head to look at the fallen basket that lay on the ground beside him. “W.. What on Nirn?” 

Jace tilted his head slightly, still sound asleep under the crown of the tree. But he felt like he was falling, thus waking up swiftly for him to sit upward. As he shifted his head left to right to look for the basket that was formerly in his lap, he looked down to see an agitated bosmer yelling at him. He woke up just in time to hear what he had to say.