Tristan takes a run for the horse and mounts it at a leap. He offers his hand down to Nen after him.
It is better to ride then think, than to think then ride.
It is better to ride then think, than to think then ride.
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Lucien does a cartwheel with the roll of Carinadir's eyes. When all else fails, one must commit to the bit.
Then there's words, and they're important words, which demands Lucien take them seriously again.
"I have not the slightest idea. I'd have pulled it by now, otherwise, wouldn't I?" It's asked like a rhetorical question but it is emphatically not rhetorical.
Then there's words, and they're important words, which demands Lucien take them seriously again.
"I have not the slightest idea. I'd have pulled it by now, otherwise, wouldn't I?" It's asked like a rhetorical question but it is emphatically not rhetorical.
Tristan throws his hands up in excitement, his entire body shouting "NIN!!!" for him, big happy smiles, and does not even for a second consider being embarrassed for doing this.
He doesn't care about impressing the knights. He just cares Nin's okay.
He doesn't care about impressing the knights. He just cares Nin's okay.
"I believe my friend is tracking it," he says, and it's as good an explanation as any. "I have failed in tracking my friend. You have my bow and my assistance, as best as I am able." He shifts. "Is there any in your party who would lend me their horse? You'll find few with my skill with bow and horse, and I fear for my friend's safety."
He hadn't had experience with knightly combat, or wearing full plate, but he was light, nimble and accurate. He had long resigned himself to never matching even Robena's weakest mounted charges - he liked horses too much to risk hurting them like that.
He hadn't had experience with knightly combat, or wearing full plate, but he was light, nimble and accurate. He had long resigned himself to never matching even Robena's weakest mounted charges - he liked horses too much to risk hurting them like that.
The Fool clicks their heels together and scrabbles around for the lever. The right one, the one they are supposed to have already pulled. Follow the Fox's disdainful eyes for hints as to where they think it is.
Yes-and. Do not ask about the lever, the lever has been stated to be, so it must.
Yes-and. Do not ask about the lever, the lever has been stated to be, so it must.
This is theater, and theater is collaborative. Yes, and yes, and yes-and.
The Fool has found the contours of Ailee's character. Let's find the character that sneers at the Fool as they arrive, that finds pomp in these circumstances.
"Hello. I don't believe we've met." A deep bow and a flourish. "What a fine and regal cloak! What intelligent and cunning eyes! You must be the person in charge here." Lucien slicks back their hair, makes themselves presentable for such a formal occasion. Stands like a king's courtier, heels together and stiff-backed, "I am the Fool of the Sky Court, and to what do I owe the honour of your presence?"
Lucien is as dreadfully serious as a child at play.
The Fool has found the contours of Ailee's character. Let's find the character that sneers at the Fool as they arrive, that finds pomp in these circumstances.
"Hello. I don't believe we've met." A deep bow and a flourish. "What a fine and regal cloak! What intelligent and cunning eyes! You must be the person in charge here." Lucien slicks back their hair, makes themselves presentable for such a formal occasion. Stands like a king's courtier, heels together and stiff-backed, "I am the Fool of the Sky Court, and to what do I owe the honour of your presence?"
Lucien is as dreadfully serious as a child at play.
Tristan has been acting within his right to slay who he must for the protection of all. He has nothing to fear from the hunters, and no idea what Nin is doing or why.
He climbs down to approach the hunters, showing his bow but keeping his arrows in his quiver. The bow shows his purpose - but keeping the arrows sheathed shows he means no threat.
Of course he's no threat. They're here to deal with more than he can muster.
He climbs down to approach the hunters, showing his bow but keeping his arrows in his quiver. The bow shows his purpose - but keeping the arrows sheathed shows he means no threat.
Of course he's no threat. They're here to deal with more than he can muster.
Tristan is completely paralyzed by indecision. There are three actors here, with three motivations that are inscrutable to him, two of whom he needs as allies, and no way he can see acting on behalf of one that doesn't act against the other. He's going to stay up his tree until the situation becomes less complicated.
"Nin! The hunters are firing blind!"
"Nin! The hunters are firing blind!"
Tristan gives a silent prayer of gratitude that he at least afforded Nin a softer landing, a second that he's still alive.
Still, it's panicked. There are two main options: running towards the horns, and climbing.
He's just tried and failed at running, and Nin's conscious now. Let's try to put a tree between ourselves and the Beast and climb as fast as we can.
[4,2 +1 = 7]
"Run toward the horns if you can't climb," he shouts, "I'll shoot it if it tries to follow you, keep its attention on me."
Tristan is assuming he is still the one the Beast has its attention on. He's no way to know what just happened within the Beast's mind, and if that's made Nin the primary target now. But as soon as he gets some height, he's willing to shoot as many arrows as it takes to make it change its mind.
Still, it's panicked. There are two main options: running towards the horns, and climbing.
He's just tried and failed at running, and Nin's conscious now. Let's try to put a tree between ourselves and the Beast and climb as fast as we can.
[4,2 +1 = 7]
"Run toward the horns if you can't climb," he shouts, "I'll shoot it if it tries to follow you, keep its attention on me."
Tristan is assuming he is still the one the Beast has its attention on. He's no way to know what just happened within the Beast's mind, and if that's made Nin the primary target now. But as soon as he gets some height, he's willing to shoot as many arrows as it takes to make it change its mind.
Well, snapping the chaos over your knee like that rather sucks the fun out of it a bit, doesn't it? That's no way to dance.
Lucien's sure Ailee will be fine marching to her own beat right now - maybe better, it's a more familiar tempo - but wonders if Jackdaw and Coleman aren't up to anything more interesting right now.
Probably best to go find Jackdaw first. Not a snub on Coleman, just a feeling that this is more their show right now, their Colosseum. Lucien's got a suspicion that Jackdaw would be more appreciative of a Fool's help.
Of course, there was going alone... but no. He could have done that at any time, in the Heart, but They liked a they, didn't they?
Lucien's sure Ailee will be fine marching to her own beat right now - maybe better, it's a more familiar tempo - but wonders if Jackdaw and Coleman aren't up to anything more interesting right now.
Probably best to go find Jackdaw first. Not a snub on Coleman, just a feeling that this is more their show right now, their Colosseum. Lucien's got a suspicion that Jackdaw would be more appreciative of a Fool's help.
Of course, there was going alone... but no. He could have done that at any time, in the Heart, but They liked a they, didn't they?
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