Captain is ready enough to hand the following day. Alongside a mule named Howard, who has big black tipped ears and a very red coat, they make their way out of Kirkwall with remarkably little fanfare and even less in terms of long-term camping gear. She makes it a point not to sleep on the ground if there's any alternative. Tents, it seems, are for suckers who can't find their way to various backwater inns.
Not that, a series of days later, they find themselves close to such an establishment. Instead, they are perched at the edge of a cliff face in Sebring the contents of some cove marring the coastline. Fitcher has already set down her spyglass, bored with the lackluster results of her attention. Having laid on her front in the summer-deep foliage for some hours, she now rolls over to her side—no, all the way to her back—and tucks the glass into her broad belt with a dismissive twist of the wrist.
"Have you ever made love outdoors?"
That's not a suggestion. It's just a question.
Unless— she fires Silas a sidelong look which consists mostly of eyebrows.
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Date: 2022-07-03 05:52 am (UTC)Not that, a series of days later, they find themselves close to such an establishment. Instead, they are perched at the edge of a cliff face in Sebring the contents of some cove marring the coastline. Fitcher has already set down her spyglass, bored with the lackluster results of her attention. Having laid on her front in the summer-deep foliage for some hours, she now rolls over to her side—no, all the way to her back—and tucks the glass into her broad belt with a dismissive twist of the wrist.
"Have you ever made love outdoors?"
That's not a suggestion. It's just a question.
Unless— she fires Silas a sidelong look which consists mostly of eyebrows.