Just A Moment of Your Time… [Haaki, Sibby]
Sibby waited patiently for his response, uncertain as to whether or not he would even like what she had made. However, he certainly seemed interested in it, and a small, proud smile made its way to her face. She took one of the bottles from him and sat down, pulling her plate to her.
“Thank you,” she said and motioned towards his plate. “Let me know if its alright, aye?”
It wasn’t the food he was used to, that was for sure. A long way from the roasted meat and pies favoured in the Boar-Chaser household. Even so, Haaki smiled as he tried the chicken, and nodded.
‘Aye, it’s good,’ he said, wiping away some of the glaze from his beard with the back of his hand. ‘Really good. Where’d you learn to cook like this?
She sighed and gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, teasing him lightly. "If you insist on it, then I can't stop you. But you don't have to." She said, smiling lightly. "The fact that you like it is enough."
‘I do. Thank you, again.’
He slides the dagger into his belt. It will need a new sheath, something to work on during the long evenings waiting to start a contract, and he smiles as he looks back up at Chira.
‘Shall we find something to test it on?’
[The slight pause from the man made her tilt her head a bit, slightly curious as to what was on his mind. Haaki should have known he was always welcomed to speak his mind around her, but given how long she was away, that might have been why. Well, if it was something he wanted to talk about, he’d bring it up in time and she wouldn’t force him.]
Hah, yes I am sorry about that. I haven’t really talked to a lot of people since I left so I tend to forget that not many like having a horse suddenly come at them. Actually I’m pretty sure no one likes that.. [She trailed off a bit before a nudge from Arturo brought her back.] Speaking of horses, this is Arturo, [Sasin gave the horse a small pat on his muzzle,] A gift from our infamous grey mage friends.
[There was another small pause as he brought her hands together, looking more thoughtful now.] How have you been while I’ve been gone?
It was an inevitable question and precisely what Haaki dreaded hearing. He bought himself a few minutes reaching up a hand to Arturo, smoothing it down the horse’s neck.
‘Good. Hunting, visiting some new holds… nothing worth talking about, though.’
That felt honest enough for now. It was hunting, of a sort, so it wasn’t as if he had told Sasin a direct lie. Haaki definitely looked calmer now that the subject could be changed comfortably, hand shaking less and a more honest smile coming to his face.
‘I’m more interested in what’s kept you busy. Why did you leave Skyrim? Aren’t us Nords good enough for you?’
Just A Moment of Your Time… [Haaki, Sibby]
Sibby nodded and made her way to the tent, where she grabbed a few of the sticks. She spitted the chicken and fixed it up over the fire. Then she grabbed the container of honey she had found in her bag and drizzled a bit over the chicken itself. Periodically, she would return to repeat this process. After a bit of maneuvering, she set the potatoes up so they’d cook near the fire without getting scorched, slicing them open near the middle so they’d be sure to cook all the way through.
Eventually, she replaced the carrots and traded them out for a bit of cheese and bread. She cut both of them into slices, placed cheese atop the bread, and scooted it closer to the fire. Once the bread was toasted and the cheese melted, she moved them from the fire onto a plate.
By this time, the chicken and potatoes had thoroughly cooked and she placed those onto a plate as well, before presenting a plate to Haaki.
“Honey roasted chicken, baked potato, and toasted bread with cheese,” she announced proudly, pointing to each on his plate. “Now, if you’ll tell me where your drinks are, I’ll grab us some and we can eat.”
Haaki stared at the food. It was colourful. It was hot. It actually looked… appetising. His stomach growled in confirmation of the fact and he folded his arms across it. Now that he thought about it, most of the food he had eaten recently had been various shades of brown, either cooked until it was indistinguishable from the charred wood in the fire or thrown together hastily, leaving him with food almost raw to swallow quickly before fleeing a guard patrol.
A thread of cheese was hanging off the bread. He pulled it away and ate it before finally realising that Sibby had asked him a question and putting the plate down beside the fire, so that he could search through the pockets and bags attached to his armour.
‘Here.’ He pulled a few bottles of mead from one pouch. ‘Should be good, I got it while I was in Riften.’
You don't get gifts very often, do you? A gift is.. a gift. There is no repaying. Otherwise I'd be.. uhm.. I don't know. A forced sell? *shrugs and laughs again* Sometimes it's not a good idea to ask 'where'.
Obediently, Haaki doesn’t ask any more questions about the origin of the dagger and sticks to examining it for himself intsead.
‘I’d still like to do something in return. It’s fine if I want to, isn’t it?’
[For a while, Sasin blinked a little, trying to stop herself from laughing at Haaki’s reaction but it got the better of her. A chuckle came from her as she slowed Arturo down before she swung one leg over to where she was sideways on the horse, facing Haaki. The laughing did stop a little at the mention of Markarth, but it didn’t last long and she was smiling again.] Ah… No, you won’t find my there much anymore.
[Her smile faltered a little as she slide off Arturo, landing on the ground with a soft thud before continuing,] All I have are bad memories there now, so I doubt I’ll be going back anytime soon. I.. Actually left Skyrim for a while.. It’s why I haven’t kept in touch much which I apologize for. [It was a sorry excuse, but it was all she had. Given she left in such a hurry, there was only one person she told, and now she wondered if she should have mentioned it to him.] Not much else to that.
[Sasin took a moment to look at Haaki, still looked the same, seemed the same but he seemed.. Startled? Of course he would be, anyone would when a person just comes bonding up on a horse behind you yelling your name. Quickly, her hands went into the air, in an apologetic way,] I didn’t scare you did I? I’m so sorry if I did. I was just so happy to see you I didn’t think at first.
‘No, of course not. It was just that…’
That every unexpected arrival these days might be a guard hunting him down. That somebody shouting his name might have recognised him as a murderer. That he could hardly sleep at night and it made him jumpy, gave him dark circles beneath his eyes.
He thought about telling Sasin this, started with all intent of finishing, but shook his head just in time. That was no way to greet an old friend. Hello, nice to see you again, by the way I’m an assassin now.
So he swallowed and, hoping it wasn’t too late to start again unnoticed, managed a laugh. It sounded smooth enough, he hoped. After all, he was genuinely pleased to see Sasin again, and it sounded as if she had her own secrets.
‘Me, scared? You know me. Fearless. And I’m glad to see you too, although if you could do it without charging me down on a horse next time I’d be even happier.’
[Sasin was used to sleeping outside, given her dislikes of inns and not wanting to waste money when she wouldn’t be happy there, didn’t mean she was used to sleeping outside with Arturo. While she loved the horse dearly, she still wasn’t all too fond of waking up to a horse muzzle in her face and blowing air at her until she woke up. With one violet eye open and a low hiss, she waved the horse away as she rolled over before she pushed herself off the ground. It seemed the horse had something against her getting a tiny nap. Letting out a yawn, she stood up before following said horse for a bit before grabbing ahold of his saddle and dragging herself on top of the creature.]
[They hadn’t gotten too far before Arturo stopped and looked over to something that had his attention. Even if she was still tired, she looked as well, seeing what would make her horse pause. From what she could see was the top of a person’s head. However, they seemed highly familiar. Least hair color wise. With a click of her tongue and motioning Arturo that way, she got closer to the person, only for a smile to form on her face a bit. Of all people, who would have thought it was him. With a soft kick to Arturo’s side, she quickly closed the distance as he cantered over to the man until she was right beside him.] Hey! Haaki!
Haaki had been growing increasingly frustrated until he heard the approach of horse hooves. Back in Whiterun, back home, he never needed to worry about finding cover or a shortcut, knowing every bolthole and secret in the hold, and he needed them with his new profession. Civilians became witnesses and guards became a walking nightmare, often forcing him into cover at a moment’s notice.
But contracts took him away from the land he knew so well, and he couldn’t remain too close to Hjolrin and Arlain anyway, which left him here. Falkreath. Haaki knew the road to the town’s cemetery but that was it. The only upside was that he didn’t have to worry about people recognising him.
Which was, of course, when he heard Sasin shouting his name.
In a moment of blind panic he almost threw himself into the nearest bush, before sanity caught hold and he merely jumped away from the horse instead. No doubt he would manage to look guilty enough of his own accord, without flinging himself into the vegetation. That fear was probably why his cheeks felt warm and his breath came faster for a moment, before he managed to pull his face into a smile.
‘Sasin! I didn’t expect to see you here. I haven’t heard from you at all, I assumed you were still in Markarth.’
Unfortunately thats one of the drawbacks of our... profession. People you'd like to see every day you just.. don't get to. And you might only see them once a month.. or less. *Sighs and flops down beside him* The life of an assassin can be lonely.. and very short. *Gives a laugh before reaching into her bag and pulling out a dragon bone dagger* I thoought you could use a nicer dagger. I even got your name engraved into the handle.
Haaki thinks about protesting and putting up some kind of defence for his own dagger. Skyforge steel, the best in Skyrim, given to him by his brother and—
—a worthless metal stick compared to the dragon bone dagger. It sits quite heavily in his hands, but feels comfortable in his grip.
‘Chira— that is, thank you, but… how do I repay you for this? How did you even get it?’
Cyrodiil guard is not impressed.
- Arrow In The Knee by Keterok
Well~ While I was away on a mission I found something you might like. So I figured I'd swing by, see how you're doing with your missions, and give it to you. Because I'm nice like that.
Haaki sits down, head tilted.
‘Go on. I’m intrigued, and it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.’