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Unprompted Ask - @eclipsedevune

"Well, I—" Khalid started his reply, but cut himself off when he began considering her question in proper. He couldn't tell if she was just inquiring, or if she was in trouble with someone and wanted his help. And that worried him immensely.

"Th-that would depend, I wish not to a-attack someone who it is unjustified against. I-I trust you ha-have your reasoning, yes?"

𝄞𝄢 BREE HAULED HERSELF up into a sitting position, another tortured groan tumbling past her lips. She grabbed the waterskin first and gulped down half of its contents as if she had been traversing the Calim Desert. It was enough to slake the dryness of her throat, but did nothing to soothe the throbbing of her head.

"You're a godsend," the bard murmured as she reached for the tea next. A small smile touched her lips to know that Evune was kind enough to add some extra honey to combat the bitterness of the brew. "And you know me too well. Thank you, for taking care of me."

She took a tentative sip. The tea was hot, but not scalding, the cloying honey completely masking the herbal taste. It only took a few moments for the tension in her brain to slowly begin to unravel.

"Holy cow," Bree eyed the tea cup with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Is your mum a druid? Or an apothecary maybe? I can already feel the tea working."

Few things could leave Jaheira speechless. One of them had happened at Last Light Inn, when a strange band of tadpoled-yet-not-enthralled people barged in, and she locked eyes with Rowan for the first time, and saw...

"Evune...?"

The name slipped from her lips in a whisper, like a prayer. Her heart lurched, a tight knot forming in her throat, and for a brief, dangerous moment, the vines she had just conjured nearly withered from her distress. But she was quick to recover, quick to school her expression. The High Harper, the Commander — those were the mantles she wore, and she could not falter.

But now… now, she was simply Jaheira.

Perched as a crow atop the Inn’s roof, she watched as that same band set up camp near the lake, right at the edge of the moon barrier. Did the Shadow Curse have taken its toll on her mind? Or age has caught up and she was finally losing her grip? Rowan and Evune were nothing alike. She knew that. So where had that foolish thought even come from?

With a sigh, the crow took flight, descending toward Rowan before shifting back into her humanoid form.

"Don't use water from the lake."

Ah, brilliant. A fantastic way to start a conversation — stating the obvious. Just excellent, Jaheira.

She pressed on, voice firm, composed, detached. "Have your cleric create fresh water, or provide me with enough containers, and I’ll fill them for you. If your group needs soap, towels, or anything of the sort, there’s a dispenser beneath the stairs."

All business. All control. As if she wasn’t quietly unraveling over emotions she couldn’t even name.

She needed more information about this one. And with no Harper's Hold network to rely on, she would have to dig the old-fashioned way. And pray for it to work.

"One of your friends mentioned they were in Baldur’s Gate when the nautiloid took them. Was it the same for you?"

It was a simple question. An innocent enough probe. But depending on Rowan’s answer, Jaheira might just get a clue — a birthplace, a history, anything to quell this gnawing feeling inside her. Or stir it even more.

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Dayis glanced over at Rowan, fear and vulnerability filling her eyes. Who will save her when she falls? Ask her that not only a few tendays ago and she would have responded with anger, a stubbornness that drove her to deal with things herself; but now? Did she even want saving...? If she were to fall in battle, would she want someone to carry her to safety?

No. If she fell in battle, she would happily embrace her death.

"I don't deserve saving." She mumbled, turning her head away and letting it fall, looking at the ground below her feet.

Unprompted Ask (I think?) - @eclipsedevune

After their visit back to Candlekeep - after being framed for murder - the Flaming Fist were after their heads, which made their jobs -a lot- harder. It didn't help that they were -everywhere- in the city, it felt like every corner they turned there was another soldier waiting for them.

At this time, Feayra hadn't noticed a patrol of Flaming Fist approaching, and if it wasn't for Evune making her aware, she would have been easily spotted. Quickly ducking around a corner, Feayra sighed in frustration, this whole being on the run thing was getting tiring. It took a lot more effort to stay calm than she wanted it too.

"This isn't fair!" She exclaimed, making sure to keep her voice no more than a whisper. "We haven't done anything wrong."

RP Prompt - HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS - @eclipsedevune

Rina glared at the other druid. She had indeed picked up on the fact Rowan had been trying to comfort her, but Rina did not care. She did not care because she did not have the energy to care. Sure, the bags under her eyes have never been bigger, and her eyes have never felt heavier, but she didn't care. She had a job to do, she needed to solve these murders so they could find Orin, because the Flaming Fist sure as hell aren't gonna do it.

If she didn't find Geraldus.... No. She shouldn't think about that. She shouldn't think about all the horrible things he was probably going through because she couldn't keep herself away.

"Really??? I hadn't notice! Thank you ever so much for your wonderful imput!" Rina smiled falsely, her tone full of exaggerated sarcasm.

prompt from ✨ First Times ✨ - @eclipsedevune

A few stolen glances, that was all Khalid could afford to give their mysterious new allies. He hadn't been there at the bridge, nor when Jaheira had sent them up to visit Isobel — and well, he certainly didn't have time to talk to them during the fight that broke out. Even now, he was too busy tending to the wounded and counting the casualties to go introduce himself. But then. Why did he feel so compelled to? Why did he get such a strong sense that he needed to speak to them— no. Not even all of them, just the one.

He finally caught a glance of her, and just his luck, she was just leaving. Hopefully, just out to the courtyard, and not on any mission Jaheira had sent them on. He gestured to one of the Harpers, having them take over the bandaging of one of the injured, and hurriedly grabbed two glasses from the bar before catching up with the druid before she left.

But when he finally reached her, got her attention, there was a familiarity that made him stop dead in his tracks. He stared for a concerningly long time, his brows tightly knit together as he tried to comprehend why he was feeling this way. He did his best to shake it off, holding out a glass to the woman in front of him.

"S-Spare a—a-a moment?" He suggested, glancing back at the bar as if to gesture to it. He had no idea where he was going with this, but his instincts were telling him that he needed to talk to her.

Unprompted Ask - @eclipsedevune

Stunned silence.

Khalid watched as his daughter, who had noticeably been missing through the whole night and only had just returning in the morning, had something definitely alive in the bag she was holding. Should he… tell her off? Sneaking out at night wasn't exactly something she should be doing, and bringing back wild animals was dangerous, but at the same time, he was way too tired to deal with this. Not to mention the many time's Jaheira had done something similar, he was used to stunts like this. If Jaheira cared enough, she would scold the girl when she saw her.

"I saw nothing." Khalid mumbled, turning away and re-occupying himself with preparing breakfast.