” yes, but not here where they can see you. This tragedy would be compounded if the nutrients and sustenance the poor creature could provide went to waste. At least in its death it can still serve a purpose.”
Iden opens his eyes and takes a moment to process the situation. Looking at Thrynn, it is hard for Iden to fully understand why he is so broken up about what happened. As people barge in and make comments Iden will put his head in his hands.
“It seems the north gives people a dark sense of humor. As is now very obvious there is no danger and my tent is not very big so it might be best for everyone other than Thrynn to get out.”
Turning to Thrynn.
“Thank you my friend for worrying about me and sorry that the threat was this animal.”
Skalma is suddenly assaulted by a pang of guilt when Iden chastises them. As a ranger, she is accustomed to the cycle of life and death - the reality that some must die in order for others to live. In nature, in the simplicity of the hunt, questions of morality rarely arise. There is just eating and surviving, or starving and perishing.
She gives honour to the things she kills, for the strength they give her, but she's never found herself wracked by guilt for feeding from the land. Viletta seems to see it the same way. And Thrynn's words suggest he shares the same belief, but there is sadness in him too for the unintended, unnecessary loss of life. Druids could be strange like that, viewing animals as people, but the more she walked the wilds, the more she seemed to see through that perspective. Her disquiet for Blurg's death had bubbled up from the same well of feeling, and so her empathy for Thrynn grows.
"I'm so sorry, Thrynn." She says, giving the druid's shoulder another squeeze before acquiescing to Iden's request. The goliath returns to her tent, taking a few quiet minutes to right the collapsed poles and settle the canvas back into place. Soon after, she steps out into the night to take her watch, sweeping the beam of her bullseye lantern through the darkness.
One of the young kits, who is currently cowering very near to Iden, looks in your direction. "Di ye see what happened to mum?" It asks, "she glew like the sky and now she's DEAD." The mourning-like sounds you were hearing from the other two kits briefly gets heavier as the one kit says she is dead. On your announcement of asking what you can do to make it right, the olderish one that has been speaking, speaks up again, "we were hoping to find some more food." The squirrel says, "we will be safe in our burrow below."
With everyone else leaving Iden's tent, Thrynn and Grelk's watch is all but over, allowing Iden and Skalma to begin the third and final watch once everyone is ready.
(OOC: Sorry all, yesterday was finals day for me, so I was preoccupied. Before I begin third watch, I want to give Thrynn time to further converse with the squirrels)
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” yes, but not here where they can see you. This tragedy would be compounded if the nutrients and sustenance the poor creature could provide went to waste. At least in its death it can still serve a purpose.”
Iden opens his eyes and takes a moment to process the situation. Looking at Thrynn, it is hard for Iden to fully understand why he is so broken up about what happened. As people barge in and make comments Iden will put his head in his hands.
“It seems the north gives people a dark sense of humor. As is now very obvious there is no danger and my tent is not very big so it might be best for everyone other than Thrynn to get out.”
Turning to Thrynn.
“Thank you my friend for worrying about me and sorry that the threat was this animal.”
Skalma is suddenly assaulted by a pang of guilt when Iden chastises them. As a ranger, she is accustomed to the cycle of life and death - the reality that some must die in order for others to live. In nature, in the simplicity of the hunt, questions of morality rarely arise. There is just eating and surviving, or starving and perishing.
She gives honour to the things she kills, for the strength they give her, but she's never found herself wracked by guilt for feeding from the land. Viletta seems to see it the same way. And Thrynn's words suggest he shares the same belief, but there is sadness in him too for the unintended, unnecessary loss of life. Druids could be strange like that, viewing animals as people, but the more she walked the wilds, the more she seemed to see through that perspective. Her disquiet for Blurg's death had bubbled up from the same well of feeling, and so her empathy for Thrynn grows.
"I'm so sorry, Thrynn." She says, giving the druid's shoulder another squeeze before acquiescing to Iden's request. The goliath returns to her tent, taking a few quiet minutes to right the collapsed poles and settle the canvas back into place. Soon after, she steps out into the night to take her watch, sweeping the beam of her bullseye lantern through the darkness.
Thrynn
One of the young kits, who is currently cowering very near to Iden, looks in your direction. "Di ye see what happened to mum?" It asks, "she glew like the sky and now she's DEAD." The mourning-like sounds you were hearing from the other two kits briefly gets heavier as the one kit says she is dead. On your announcement of asking what you can do to make it right, the olderish one that has been speaking, speaks up again, "we were hoping to find some more food." The squirrel says, "we will be safe in our burrow below."
With everyone else leaving Iden's tent, Thrynn and Grelk's watch is all but over, allowing Iden and Skalma to begin the third and final watch once everyone is ready.
(OOC: Sorry all, yesterday was finals day for me, so I was preoccupied. Before I begin third watch, I want to give Thrynn time to further converse with the squirrels)