Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine was becoming flustered when the man denied what she asked. She was about to move on to being threatening with the information before Colours stepped in. That much gave her some measure of relief. She brushed away a lock of her frizzy hair from her face as an unconscious tick while she followed up the stairs.

The group stood opposite the man for several awkward seconds before Sabine spoke again. She wrung her fingers and broke eye contact. "I am sorry. We do not want to get you in trouble, but it is important." Sabine swallowed again. "We know you have a shrine to Talos. We do not want to threaten you. We are looking for people who have been hunting Talos worshippers. People who are not Thalmor. They are enemies of ours since before they began to hunt people like you. We want to stop them."

Sabine paused and her expression became strained all of a sudden. "There have been worshippers disappearing. The ones we believe were taken by these other hunters are...they are..." Sabine turned to Colours and Kaleeth. She had forgotten their names. Of course, she wasn't especially aware if she was speaking in the right order anymore. Things were not exactly progressing as planned in her mind.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine's eyes widened as her idea was flung into her face. She raised both her hands in turn and shook her head. "No! It-it is nothing like that. I do not want to steal. Please. I just..."

She felt as though she had failed. Sabine scrambled in her mind to try and recover, taking a deep breath after trailing off and leaning in to speak quietly. "You bought something yesterday. It is in your strongbox. You are in danger because of it. I do not want everyone to know." Sabine turned her eyes quickly to the other customers, hoping that they were not listening in. She turned back to the shopkeeper with a pleading look in her eyes. "We want to help," she whispered. "Please."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

No amount of preparation could have rendered Sabine completely calm about walking through the door of the shop. The sight of other customers made her pause in her tracks and blankly stare at them. That was something she should have planned for, yet somehow didn't even think of. It wasn't until she noticed Kaleeth catch up behind her that she was silently reminded to keep going.

Sabine paced slowly to the counter, looking at the shopkeeper and swallowing. "Hello...um..." she punished herself for being too casual about it. "Could we talk? About a private...thing?" A last minute idea hit her, just before it became too awkward to interrupt. "It is important. About what you have in your strongbox." Sabine's eye flicked up and back to the shopkeeper. "The one upstairs."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine was back to her normal self when she awoke sober. Thankfully for Colours, she had remembered the previous nights activities and prepared her regular acrid, herb-laden, and green hangover cure for both of them. Apart from apologising for being rude at times, she did not mention what they might have talked about. Colours' easy attitude seemed to make her comfortable with the outcome after a short while.

The team had been finalising the roles for most of the morning. Fendros readily answered Kaleeth. "Yes, make yourself look like Sabine's chaperone or something. There is no need to look actively intimidating, at least at first." He gestured to the helmet under her arm. "You can keep that off your head, look neutral. If, for whatever reason, the shopkeeper looks like he's going to try something violent or threaten us, then...give him a stern look."

Confirming Kaleeth's role, Fendros double-checked with the fulcrum of their ploy. "Are you clear on what you're going to say, Sabine?"

Sabine looked up from her finished breakfast was and forced a smile. She was still out of her element, though clearly more confident than she was yesterday. "Yes, I remember," she said. She had worked out the details with Fendros and Colours that morning. "Go in and say that we do know about him, but we do not want to hand him in. Be peaceful. Tell him that we are looking for the hunters and that we need his help. Ask if he knows which dealers are not trustworthy." She slowly breathed in to remember. "And do not frighten him unless he decides to deny everything. If that happens, mention the shrine and where it is."

"Very good," Fendros said. He smiled and looked to everyone else. "Are we clear?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine stared back at Colours during his offer. She felt a little foolish about the pastry, though it was the small consideration in favour of Colours that was the more likely reason that she paused. She paused for a ponderous while.

Finally, Sabine took a drink, smiled, and placed her hands on the table. "I am going to bed now, Colours. Thank you for the drinks and the company, and the help for tomorrow. And thank you for the offer." She gave a level and straightforward answer despite her heart beating fast at confronting him. "I do not want to mate with you. I am sorry."

She was too intoxicated to see it as a bad or good idea at the time, but when Sabine stood up to leave, she gave Sees-No-Colours a quick chaste hug from behind. "Goodnight." She let go just as quickly and proceeded towards the rooms of the inn. She had to trace her hand across the walls to keep her balance.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I have to catch a bus soon. I might not have another post up before you retire for the night, so g'night!

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

At least Colours was clever enough to admit that trying remove Sabine's choice in the matter would go badly for him. Still, Sabine leaned the side of her head on her fist and looked on at Colours' attempt at a recovery. She was smiling, but clearly sceptical.

She consolidated him with a calmer voice. "We can talk about that if you want, Colours. I just do not feel like doing it." She looked down and up. "And when you eat pastry and stare it looks like you want to. If you try that, I will use my magic. It will not be pleasurable."

Sabine's other hand began to mist and frosty crystals spread in a small area on the table where her palm was resting.

With a joking chuckle, Sabine moved on. "You like to talk about women a lot," she said in a questioning sort of way.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine leaned her elbows onto the table and took another sip. She decided not to go into what her real first time was. "Yes, Pieter got better." She looked at the wall in front of her and sipped again. "We both did. Do not not pick on him."

Colours eyes went unnoticed at first. Sabine continued. "And...no. I enjoyed it the most with him. I did love him." Sabine looked into her cup and frowned. She then spotted Colours' beady eyes wandering and caught them with hers. Her voice went high at the realisation. "Are you...?"

She cut herself off and huffed. She didn't feel as though she should have been surprised. She was just shocked that she had almost trusted him. "I do not care how much La'tahne taught you," she said over a laugh, resisting the urge to throw her wine onto his shirt. "I am not going to misbehave like that!"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine didn't quite blush this time. Her next outburst of laughter was purely from the absurdity of Colours' suggestion.

She drew out the next word suggestively. "Maybe." Though it was bait for a switch. "It would only make him last another couple of minutes longer."

Perhaps it was because she was new to lewd humour but Sabine found herself laughing quite hard. At least Colours had made her both intoxicated and comfortable enough to even discuss such things. "People have probably tried before. I cannot make my illusions last for longer than that, though. I think it would be distracting."

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