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@rose-colored-fancy

I love it too, I like how Niarok just kinda adopted Aydin for… no particular reason XD It’s really sweet.

YESSS!!!! I originally created Niarok to be kind of a distant character. But then he just got a mind of his own and he’s sooo sweet and I love him and agghhhhh!!!!! And he and Yila are such perfect opposites and I love the chemistry and frankly writing Niarok makes writing Yila easier which is great.

So, I suggest! What if the Castle forces them to injure one of the others or else… something happens. Idk, we don’t need to have it come to that even if they refuse, but it needs to be a threat sufficient to make them seriously consider it.

YES LET’S DOOO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, wow…

Niarok is going to have a fit.

If Niarok is capable of having a fit.

I don’t think he’s ever panicked in his life, but I’m excited to see how he’d react…

 

@irishcelticredflowercrown

I just had a brilliant idea – what if Yila was forced to hurt Lorcan?! Eh? EH? What do you say

*screams* AAAAH THAT’S SOOO EVIL!!!!! Oh my…

Erm…

Wow, I wonder how she’d react…

I’m also wondering what would happen if Niarok would be forced to hurt Aydin.

He wouldn’t do it.

I know it.

Oh well…

Unless Yila’s life was on the line.

OH MY GOODNESS I HATE THIS SOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!

Let’s do it.

I need to know.

 

@calidris

I agree. Maybe, @rose-colored-fancy and @irishcelticredflowercrown, we should wait until the characters can interact some more.

Then it will hurt even more if they all like each other…

 

Niarok

“Thanks, I appreciate it. If someone else needs it more, I’ll be fine without it,” Aydin said, catching the blanket. His eyes communicated his sincerity, and Niarok nodded.

Yila glared at him again before curling up and falling asleep.

Niarok barely restrained an eye-roll, electing to stare at the mesmerizing flames instead.

Yes, he did look like the assassin who had killed their father, but Aydin was… different. He was troubled. He had a dark past that Niarok suspected was disturbingly similar to his own, and Niarok wanted nothing more than to come alongside him and be the friend Aydin probably didn’t have.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Basil snapped from a little ways away.

“Bathroom’s over there,” Niarok said, pointing toward the half of the cave away from both entrances. Although it wasn’t much of a privy, just some piled stones.

Basil walked in the opposite direction. Niarok cocked his head, knowing Basil had seen his gesture clearly.

“Wait, you’re going the wrong way. I said it’s over there!” he said, raising his voice to carry over the distance Basil had already traveled.

“I know.  I want my bathroom to be in the opposite direction from yours.”

Niarok raised an eyebrow, and Lorcan snorted from a few feet away.

“You need your own bathroom?” he said, his tone derisive. Basil pulled up short.

Then he and Misu started arguing.

Niarok leaned his head against the wall, sifting through the pessimism to gather the pertinent information.

Basil was overly scared of pathogens.

Misu was trying to optimistic and failing.

And they both thought the water was dangerous.

So did Niarok.

And then all of a sudden, Basil was crying on Misu’s shoulder because he wanted to go home, and Niarok felt completely helpless.

He didn’t feel like he could understand Basil nearly so well as he did most of the others in this group, but he certainly wasn’t going to let someone feel that scared and helpless and not do something about it.

Yila was asleep beside him, and he gently moved her off his lap so he could get to his medical bag.

He reached in and found the dried water purification herbs, then he walked up to Basil and Misu.

“Basil,” he said quietly.

The man turned around, his eyes red from crying, and raised an eyebrow, clearly uncomfortable and slightly frustrated with Niarok’s presence.

“The water isn’t poisonous, but there could be pathogens.”

Basil raised his eyebrows, communicating how very well he already knew this. Niarok kept his face passive, holding out his a handful of the herbs.

“If you put these in the water, the neutralize any kinds of pathogens or poisons. As long as the water isn’t dirty, it works fine. Just a small pinch should do, and this will last you about a week.”

Basil looked at Niarok like he couldn’t decide whether the water, the herbs, or the man giving them to him posed the most harm.

“I’m a doctor,” Niarok said, bordering on exasperation. “These work. You’ll have to trust me on that.”

Basil took the herbs, although he still looked extremely doubtful. And argumentative.

Niarok stepped past him and gave Misu a handful as well, who raised his eyebrows but didn’t ask any questions.

Niarok went around the cave, giving herbs to each of the other people.

I really should have done this earlier.

When he reached Ayden, he didn’t immediately hand them to him, knowing the man would probably think they were poison before anything else.

“If you want these, you can have them. They purify the water. If you don’t, that’s okay,” he said quietly.

Aydin was focused on something towards the direction of the door to the outside, and there was something like apprehension, fear, and stubbornness swimming in his muddy brownish-green eyes.

“Do you notice anything odd?” he finally asked Niarok.

Niarok glanced toward the doorway, his free hand automatically straying to the sword strapped across his back.

There was nothing there.

“No… what do you see?” Niarok said carefully, seeing something flash in Aydin’s eyes. Disappointment, perhaps? Something deeper, like humiliation?

“Oh, nothing, I just thought I did.” Aydin’s tone was dismissive, but Niarok sensed an undercurrent that he wasn’t admitting to.

Niarok nodded, trying to communicate that if Aydin ever wanted to talk, Niarok was there, but he wasn’t going to make him say anything and he certainly wasn’t expecting him to.

Then he held out his hand again.

“Herbs?” he asked.