Snippet #1368900

Cash inhaled, expanding his ribs to puff out his chest at Ryuu. "I'd much prefer riding with my sister on her charming halla instead of having a smelly equine or drooling warg!" he barks at the other elf spitefully before being quieted by his older sibling. Blysse fawned over the warg for a time. "I believe this warg is rather handsome and sweet." she gives her brother a withering glance. Abashed the young elf frowns with heated cheeks before noticing Ryuu sneering and winking at him. Scoundrel! His glare only intensifies before he makes it a point not to look at the elongated rogue any further. Blysse rubs her nape somewhat, sighing. This wayward group is so mismatched...she only hopes they'll continue to pull together and cooperate for their common goal of. Well. Saving Ferelden or something like that.

A low whistle forces both of the siblings to perk up and turn their heads in a feline manner. It makes them smile. Nature in general tends to do that for the Dalish. Blysse smiles at Ryuu and nods, lifting her eyes to the clouds and stretching her arms up to them. "Rain is...soothing. It's like a bunch of little kisses from the clouds." she chimes happily. Even with this dark time hanging over them she finds no room to brood or mope. Cash tenses at Ryuu's words; assassinate? Why is the giant elf looking specifically at him when he says that? The bard's eyes widen and he sinks further behind the safety of his archer sister's shoulder. Blysse seems to remain oblivious to her brother's unadulterated fear and lingering contempt.

It is not that the ranger is without worry. With a final glance around she sighs, still no sign of Arvin. Hopefully he will appear soon to return to camp. "...do...do either of you think the darkspawn will find us?" the elf looks between Cash to Ryuu. Before a week ago when she and her brother met the Grey Wardens, she'd never seen a darkspawn before. Atrocious, anguished monsters that they are, they instilled fear within her and illicit nothing but haunted dreams. With a light shudder the elf clutches the borrowed cloak around her shoulders. "Please. Let's head back to camp now. I suddenly wish to be with Dareth and Arvin is surely finding herbs for potions." isn't that what a mage does in their spare time?