Lief wrote:"For getting us moving. We were just throwing out ideas ourselves. But we had no drive. Then you all showed up, gave us better plans, and a drive to act on them. So, again, thank you."
Sylv grins, feeling quite proud of herself, but still tries to play it off quite modestly . "I guess... Still, I'm sure you had your fair share of escape plans well and truly before we arrived."
James shrugs, looking out the window. "Some of them, sure. But I was...
" He trails off, shaking his head.
"Right, sorry... Probably a sensitive topic...
" Sylv mutters, feeling as if she'd brought the conversation to a halt. "So... James, right?
" she ask, awkwardly looking about the room. "What can you tell me about yourself?
"Don't worry about it.
" James waves a hand vaguely. "That's me.
" He glances over at the she-wolf, cracking a brittle smile. Looking towards the window, he considers her question for several minutes before answering.
"I grew up in a small village North of Twin Lakes. My father was a blacksmith and I was the middle child. Had two brothers, one older and one younger. My father favored my older brother, and taught him the family craft. I spent most of my time hanging around the village's small tavern, listening to the minstrels and bards that passed through. Wanted to be one, at one point, but I doubt it would have worked out.
Sylvi's ear visibly twinges . "Bard?
" she repeats with a slight chuckle. Not in mockery, but pleasant surprise as her warm smile shows "You sing?
"From time to time. It's been a while, though.
" His smile widens, becoming less brittle. "Wouldn't want to disturb the others. I'm sure they all need the sleep.
She grins in-kind, watching over the various piles of sleeping bodies. "Yeah, probably for the best.
" giving an exaggerated feigned sigh. "Still, anything in particular? Anything you'd think i'd know?
"Hm. Can't say as I know any from the Ditteridge area. At least, not any that I could pin down as having come from there. I'm sure you got your share of minstrels and bards up that way. Traveler's Song might be one you know, though. It's pretty common, although everyone has their own version of it.
Sylvi is seen thinking for a moment, screwing up her face as she tries to place the name. "Maybe?
" she says uncertainly "Is it a lively tune, or a more somber tale?
"Lively. Though I'm sure there's versions of it out there that aren't.
"Nice. I've always been more impartial to that style. Nothing kills the mood like a weary poet with a sad tale.
" she gestures over to Raimius "I already have enough angst dealing with this one as it is.
James nods. "I am a weary poet with a sad tale. But I'll keep that in mind. Have you heard Dirty Paws? I know that's a northerner song.
Sylvi chuckles, covering mouth and trying to suppress the bouts of laughter. "The war of the foxes and bees, yeah? We used to tease this poor snow kit, Yutu, constantly when we were kids. He hated <Dirty Paws> but the name stuck.
" She lets out a sigh "Named a fishing boat after it and everything.
James smiles and chuckles a bit himself. "War of the birds and bees is how I know it, but it sounds like more or less the same song.
Sylvi speaks a few lines of the song, though she does so in Kiedran "I guess, but I mean.. The fox is the one who ate the queen bee in the end.
" she shrugs dismissively. "The song is named after her, mind you.
James tilts his head, mouthing a few words of the song silently before saying them aloud. Also in Keidran, though he stumbles over some words here and there. "<But she and her furry friends, took down the queen bee and her men. And that's how the story goes, the story of the beast with those four dirty paws.>
He nods to himself, speaking in Human once more. "True, true. Don't ask me to sing in Keidran, I can barely speak it.
"<Oh, you speak Keidran?
"<A bit. I made a point of learning it when I was in the army.
" Sylvi kind of rubs the back of her head. "So... How much did you hear before? When we first arrived, I mean?
James shakes his head. "Not much. I was coasting along. Barely registered you were speaking Keidran at the time. Suppose you weren't saying very nice things, though.
Sylvi avoids eye contact and nods. "Nothing personal, but you have to understand a tower full of... Lonely men, and then a trio of lightly armed women appear.... We had to be cautious...
James waves a hand, dismissing her worry. "I understand, it's fine.
Its about here Sylvi catches a pair of eyes watching them from afar; one of the other prisoners (Clint or Bruce), and is made visibly uncomfortable from the attention. "R-Right, well you'd best get some rest.
" her words somewhat colder than before, and her posture has regained that rigid cautious structure she'd had prior to their conversation. "Goodnight James.
", spoken more an order than a fair well, though you do here a subtle "<I'm sorry.
"> softly whispered as James goes to stand.
Phaing wrote:The next day, as they are getting themselves fired up for the fight that is coming, some of the men start chanting and it sounds like this;
Sylvi had been watching from the sidelines as the men began their preparations. Opting not to end her watch till Ana or Raimius had also risen.
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Tue May 29, 2018 1:32 am
When the men start chanting is when she wakes up. She sits up, stretches and yawns, rubs her eyes, then looks around to understand what is going on. She sits there a few moments before standing up. remembering something she suggested during the planning, "We should get a couple piles of throwables near the railings so that people not on the front line can still help with the attack."
Sylvi greets Ana with a grin and a lazy wave. "Morning. How'd you sleep?"
As for the projectiles, Sylv agreed whole heartedly and even had some ideas for that could help. "Ana, any chance you've had any slinging practice?"