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[osario]

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hello there :> maybe sometime post-almost kiss if you're down?

[spellknife]

Rook is not, it must be said, a particularly outdoorsy kind of girl. Crow contracts have taken her outside of Treviso and Antiva both, but usually to cities and estates, the sorts of places that people rich enough to purchase contracts care about, not Arlathan forest. Before Viago sent her away with Varrick, she could have counted the number of times she'd slept in the woods on one hand.

She could say that about a lot of things before she'd met the dwarf, but that's neither here nor there.

The forest is so steeped in elven history that she feels like she should feel some sort of connection to it. Bellara talks a lot about their history and their gods and ropes both her and Davrin into it and Rook never really corrects her, but she doesn't truly feel much connection to whatever Dalish roots she might have. It's a pretty place, but. Leaves crunch underfoot, and she passes yet another tree with hands, arms, feet reaching out, and Rook blows a curl of hair out of her face in a huff.

"This place gives me the creeps."