“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?” / veraia -> oriel, just pretend i'm on illithidtouched ssssh
"Try every time you have actually listened to me instead of running off to do your own hotheaded half thought out plan!" Oriel bellowed back, for the first time since the damned crash losing her temper with the fire sorceress. It was bad enough Oriel had to heal Veraia and the others every time they returned to camp, but being blamed for failures that weren't down to her idea or planning but the short temper of the sorceress and the bad influences in their camp, no she wasn't glaring at Astarion, and Oriel would not stand for it.
"I am logical, calm and I think strategically, I put up with the squabbles and infighting, I deal with the injuries and being a shoulder to cry on for nearly everyone in this damn camp and get nothing but lackluster gratitude and blame for plans that go awry because of tempers and emotion gets in the way! I am done with it! I am done with all of you! I know you lost your wife in that crash, Veraia, and I know your family being on the opposing side makes this harder for you but I lost my wife too! I lost the only family I have in this world! I have no one else, whereas you do!"
Oriel bundling up the rags she had prepared for the teams wounds and grabbed the bowl of ointment, throwing them both into the camp fire, crackles of electricity sparking at her fingertips, lighting up her veins with her fury, "So you can stick your crusade for a cure and revenge up your arse and get fucked, I'm done!"
