Grudges

[Astrid]

The emblem emblazoned fur was accepted with open arms, caught it an embrace that ensnared it like a bear. Though the colors did not suit her, she found it would suffice and stated as much with gratitude. "It will not leave the ship," she replied, acknowledging his request as she lifted it and bunched a segment of it beneath her chin.

His quiet question confused her. Had he not made the first flirtatious statement, even though it had been presumably done in jest? "You started it," she remarked, the words almost coming out in the form of a question by the manner in which she spoke. Suspiciously, she stared at him through thick lashes and narrowed eyes.

"What if I said yes?" Astrid stated, coyly. She could not keep a straight face and let out a brief laugh. "I suppose the answer is yes, but neeevermind," she dismissed, adjusting the pelt cover over her form.

"Rest doesn't come to me when on a hunt, and I have adapted to that. A busy day it may be, but I will manage. Oh, and! Thank you again, by the way. For this." She lifted one hand beneath the pelt. "It is rather warm. If anything, though. You should be the one to rest. You've got the busy schedule and I, all I have to do is make a decision. Simple as that. Nothing as complicated or taxing as hunting down individuals who can create planet-wide genocide."

[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

Corin's brow furrowed at her words. Yes, he supposed he did. The very thought made his stomach turn, though not with disgust. No, it was something far worse. To say that the son of the Alor of Tal'verda had anxiety issues should have been a joke. Unfortunately, that could not have been farther from the case. The man blinked, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"I guess I did," he mumbled, more confused with himself than with [member="Astrid"]. After a long moment's silence, he simply shrugged. "I'm glad you like it. It was my uncle's," he paused, "Guess it's mine now." The thought was almost chilling. Corin had never met uncle Galaar face-to-face. The man had died when Corin was still an infant, but he felt the kinship all the same. Galaar had died to his father's hand, and a forced one at that. The thought of another internal conflict within his clan made his heart hurt.

It was made all the more worse by the reality of it. The Tal'verda had no leader now, and elements of the clan had distanced themselves from the ruling council. Some of the small settlements outside Kurs'taylir had stopped responding to hails. Corin would need to return home soon.

"Sleep well. Try not to drool on the control console," Corin muttered distractedly, waving a hand as he made to leave for his room. He needed some rack time, otherwise this was going to drive him crazy.

[member="Astrid"]