Errand

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Orskaf: Orskaf sat in the darkness of his tent, the torch light flickering across his features. He wondered how much of a toll the winter would take on them now that they were exposed. He coughed a little, cursing his old body despite its renewed strength. “Hey…you…” he said, waving a hand at a young half breed child. “Get me a drink…water.”
Nadia: Nadia looked up from where she had been sitting cross-legged in the corner of the tent. “Y-yes sir.” She said as she clambered to her feet, quickly scurrying out of the tent to fetch water for the judge. She ran through the camp, ignoring the way the cold air seared her lungs. When she returned with the water, she was breathing heavily as she handed Orskaf the water. “Here you go, sir.”
Orskaf: Being a half breed…and a child…and a girl…was a bad combo when interacting with Orskaf. He pressed his lips together and took the cup. He frowned, this wasn’t a contracted member. This child had been enlisted by Odin. He drank the water, his eyes not leaving hers. He lowered the mug. “How did you die cat?” he asked.
Nadia: “There was an … accident. I don’t remember exactly what happened, just that one of my sisters was responsible.” Nadia looked down at her feet, not wanting to make eye contact with Orskaf, as she knew his general opinion of half-breeds.
Orskaf: “Did you not fight?” he asked. 
Nadia: “I did. I seem to remember punching her.” She kept her eyes trained on her feet, although she answered almost immediately.
Orskaf: “Your sister is responsible and you even fought back? That is what we call murder child,” Orskaf said sternly. 
Nadia: “I don’t think she meant to kill me. We just got into an argument, and it got physical.” Nadia didn’t know why she was defending Clover, given all the pent-up anger and resentment she felt towards her sister, but she felt the need to do it anyway.
Orskaf: “Even if a man is killed by accident then his murderer has already proven to be enough of a threat. Be wise to this advice feline,” Orskaf said, his lip curling as he pointed a finger. “The next time you see your sister I would return the favor she gave you.” 
Nadia: “I … can’t do that,” she whispered, glancing up at Orskaf for a moment before returning her gaze to her feet. She felt her tail quivering slightly, and she made an attempt at steadying it.
Orskaf: Orskaf hurled the mug violently across the room, pointing towards the exits. “Don’t you speak back to me!” he barked, unusually touchy today in light of the plight he had put his grandson in. “Get out of my tent you insolent girl!”
Nadia: Nadia took a step back from Orskaf, looking up at him with wide eyes. She backed away until she reached the exit of the tent, before she turned and ran out of the tent. However, her shoelaces were untied and she stepped one one, faceplanting on the ground just outside the tent.
Category:Orskaf Donz
Category:Nadia Rose
Category:BOTGD
Category:Events
Category:Season 4