Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Fenedhis this team was so frustrating to work with! Loriel hadnt expected much from the other hunter whose name she still didnt know but Disas acceptance of her suggestion was so filled with disdain for the suggestions speaker that he may as well have just openly insulted her. Which he just had. Garret, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, at least looked slightly uncomfortable with the bile being levelled at the young mage by the other two in their group, although the scout didnt say anything that might jeopardise his own position in the little party. Small mercies, she supposed. As they swung wide of the pseudo-rift, Loriel felt her will drawn to it slightly. She could feel the weakening of the Veil, could feel the presence of other beings beyond itat least that feeling faded as they put distance between themselves and it, and finally she felt nothing at all from it. She was curious to note that she was more aware of its presence after theyd encountered it than she had been before they knew it was there as if her eyes drew her will to it. She was happy to note that her thought had played out by avoiding the rift, they didnt encounter anything that might spawn from it. They somehow also managed to avoid further encounters with walking corpses, for which Loriel was grateful she had no desire to get into another fight, although she also recognised knew that fighting was going to be inevitable. She was very aware of her annoyance slowly turning to anger as they moved along the semi-road. Garret seemed aware of it and gave her space he didnt attempt to engage her in conversation, possibly out of a desire to not have her anger spill out in the form of hostile magic. That was fine by Loriel she was content to stew in silence, to try and work her annoyances out without the need to resort to outburst of any kind. But it wasnt working, she knew that much instead of working her annoyance down to a more-manageable level, she instead felt it grow. Every time she thought of Disa or the other hunter, she heard their insults, their dismissiveness towards her, she felt their disdain for her as both an elf and a mage, she knew in their eyes she was a lesser person and always would beshe could feel the fire slowly burn within her. She had to find a way to contain her anger before it became dangerous. When they made camp, Loriel kept out of the way for the most part. She wasnt skilled in the tricks of making camp. She knew the theory of many things, but not the practice. Shed spent all of her life, before the last few weeks, in a circle tower, and her outdoors experience was very limited at best. Still, she watched the hunter slowly build a fire-pit with damp wood and struggle to light it she amused herself by sending a touch of mana towards the carefully-constructed pile of sticks and twigs, causing the tinder to spark and light with a small flame. The hunter didnt seem to appreciate her assistance, going by the sneer on his face, but she didnt care he was going to hate her anyway, so she may as well get something out of it. The amusement was short-lived, though, as it faded to be replaced by that annoyanceno, angershe felt when reflecting who shed been teamed up with. She decided to have a chat with Disa, who looked to be visually inspecting their surroundings, as if trying to determine what lay before them. I get it, she opened in a low voice, her annoyance obvious in both her posture and tone. You dont like me. You have no regard for me as a mage, and less because Im Dalish. If its any consolation, I dont like you either. As soon as we get back Im going to tell Harding to take me off thisteam. I want no part of you or your attitudes. To an observer, she might have looked comical, standing next to Disa he towered over her, was more solidly-built than her, his sword was almost as tall as she was, her robe was soaked and clinging limply to her frame, her hair was dangling wetly around her face and shouldersthere was no way shed be considered a threat to him. She didnt care. All she knew, as she brought up a hand to remove the water droplets from her delicate face, was the anger and frustration she wasnt able to get out of her system. Garret looked quizzically at the two as they talked. He was content, for his own part, to stay out of it as much as he could, and chose to at least act as though he was looking for possible food sourcesin the Mire, there didnt seem to be too many options. He knew Loriel was getting increasingly frustrated, it didnt take a genius to work that out but he was again amazed that shed dare to confront Disa directly over itor at least, he assumed she was. He doubted Disa would do anything directly to the young mage, as that would look bad, but still He didnt know. Best to do his job and stay out of a direct confrontation with the sergeant. He offered a small prayer to the Maker that Loriel could find something to prove her worth beyond any doubt Disa might concoct.