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avirael · 7 months

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Day 29 - Contravention

It had cost Rael quite a bit of persuasion and an extraordinary amount of patience to convince A’viloh that Limsa Lominsa was only half as bad as the Miqo’te thought. The other half probably was still shady for various reasons but that the Miqo’te didn’t need to know at the moment, Rael had decided.

They had recruited A’viloh to help them with their tasks for the Arcanists as well as the research they conducted with Alka Zolka and sometimes their missions for the Scions also brought them to Limsa Lominsa. However until now A’viloh had been impossible to convince of staying in town longer than was absolutely necessary.

Funny enough the thing that seemed to do the trick wasn’t some job or any good cause worth fighting for but plain and simple fishing.

Rael had started fishing a long while ago, still traveling around, long before they had arrived in Aldenard. At that time they had spent a while in an area that was rather sparsely populated and fishing had been their best option of getting something to eat.

So when Rael learnt that there was a fisher guild in Limsa Lominsa they had quickly decided to check it out and A’viloh had tagged along out of curiosity. The Miqo’te had claimed that he knew a thing or two about fishing himself because he had often joined his boyfriend and some other kids from the Forgotten Springs on fishing trips.

At that Rael had raised their eyebrows and wondered if the poor boy had gone truly mad. Fishing trips in the desert?, they had asked but A’viloh had just laughed and said: “Oh, you’d be surprised!”

Sisipu and Wawalago had been happy to welcome a new recruit and indeed A’viloh had proven to be more talented than Rael had expected at first. So for a while most of his paranoia seemed to be forgotten and they spent a lot of time fishing here and there in and around Limsa or talking to the other people at Fisherman’s Bottom.

However what Rael did not expect at all was that bringing him there would indirectly help A’viloh to stop seeing the bigger part of Limsa Lominsa’s population as potential threats.

One morning they sat at the docks listening to Wawalago philosophise about the best way to catch a specific fish when a Lalafell and a Miqo’te girl walked by chattering and headed for the other side of the dock. Rael hadn’t missed how A’viloh had eyed the people there warily for the last few days and so the Viera had asked around about them just in case.

“Please, A’vi, don’t look at them as if you expect them to try murdering us all any moment now. All your going to achieve with that sour look on your face is to scare away all the fish.”, Rael said, half pleading half teasing.

“Their suspicious.”, was all the Miqo’te muttered in return, eyes still angrily fixed on the people chattering at the other side of the dock.

Rael sighed. “To be honest, I asked around about them and it seems they are actually quite good people.”

At that A’viloh scoffed. “I really don’t want to question your trustworthiness, Rael. But I’m absolutely questioning the trustworthiness of whoever told you that. I mean look at them, they already look like pirates.”

Rael raised an eyebrow. “Well, I heard they’re pretty much the exact opposite of that. Working to help the poor people instead of harming them and so on… You’d probably get along nicely.”

A’viloh laughed a short mean laugh. “Did you ever consider that maybe this is all just some nicely crafted lie to lure people in and than spring the trap when you gained their trust?”

Now it was Rael’s turn to laugh. “Do you even listen to yourself? You’re being paranoid again, A’vi!”

“Am I?”, A’viloh retorted starting to sound a little hysterical.

Rael began to regret saying something at all when Sisipu chimed in. “Rael is right, A’viloh. The Rogues may seem a little suspect at first but they actually are really nice people. V’kebbe, Perimu and Jacke sometimes even help us with the heavy lifting or other task if need be.”

“See?”, Rael said biting their tongue not to say I told you so. “Maybe we should go and say hello…”

“Absolutely not.”, A’viloh protested but Sisipu pretended not to hear it. “That’s a great idea. Could you please deliver some fish to V’kebbe while your at it. I promised to get her some of her favourite’s the last time she helped us out.”

“Of course!”, Rael replied and left with Sisipu to get the fish. Reluctantly A’vi tagged along…

A moment later they stood at the other side of the docks and Rael had put on that nonchalantly friendly face that, knowing their usual attitude, seemed absurdly fake to A’viloh. They greeted the Lalafell and the Miqo’te girl politely and then proceeded to explain that they belonged to the fisher guild and wanted to deliver a gift from Sisipu. The girl looked incredibly happy to hear that and eagerly accepted the package.

With that A’viloh considered the job done and already was about to leave when Rael grabbed his arm and merrily started to chat with the Rogues. “I heard you have a very special way of fighting, is that true? You know, my friend A’vi here is quite a good fighter himself and always eager to improve his skills. Do you think you could offer him some lessons?”

A’viloh stared at the Viera profoundly alarmed but didn’t dare to protest. The girl eyed him skeptically and tilted her head. “The two of ye are adventurers, aye? Hm, we may use some helpin’ hands. But ye’d have to discuss that with Jacke. He has the last say in that.”

While Rael excused themself, the two Rogues lead the way inside. So reluctantly A’viloh followed them into what he considered the nest of evil all on his own. There V’kebbe introduced him to a Hyur with brown hair and a green bandana wrapped around his head. His face looked friendly enough but his clothes seemed rather piratey if you asked A’viloh.

“A’viloh Tia, aye?”, he pondered. “Ye from around here? I haven’t heard about ye’r tribe yet…”

A’viloh shook his head but didn’t dare to speak yet.

Jacke eyed him just as skeptically as the Miqo’te girl had a moment before. “You ain‘t a pirate, are ye?“

„What?“, A’viloh blurted out in surprise. „No! Of course not! Why would you think that??“

„I didn‘t mean to offend ye. Better safe than sorry, ye know? We don’t like people around here who don’t respect the code.“

He went on to explain the basics of what they’re doing and how they are different from regular criminals. A’viloh had difficulties understanding everything due the way he spoke and some vocabulary he never heard in that context before, but he was pretty sure he understood the important bits.

It seemed the Rogues really were trying their best to protect the weak, maintaining order in the dark corners of the city the Maelstrom couldn’t reach, and keep criminals from crossing certain lines. All in all it indeed sounded quite good, so A‘viloh agreed to help them with a mission to see if he got along with them.

Jacke explained the details of some kind of theft of pirate loot, some dangerous Garlean machinery, if A‘viloh understood correctly, that had been stolen from someone who stole it. His task was to sneak in and steal it back to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. So, there was a lot of stealing involved…

Confused he looked at Jacke. „Uhm, correct me if I’m wrong, but this is technically still theft, right? Isn’t this a glaring contravention against some law or something?“

Jacke laughed at him. „Against the laws of the Maelstrom, yes. But the laws and the code aren’t the same thing. They don’t ask why ye do what ye do. But believe me, A‘viloh, unlike the selfish criminals, we‘re stealing from, we do what we do for the greater good.“

A‘viloh wasn’t sure if the Yellowjackets would care for that explanation when they caught him. „Okay…“

„So try not to get caught, will ye?“, Jacke said and winked at him.

A‘viloh felt like it was too late to back out now, so he just hoped that he hadn’t gotten himself into more trouble than he could handle….

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv writing #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ARR #a'viloh tia #rael hyskaris #I‘m terribly sorry if I got Jacke wrong! 🙈#I‘m having a hard time to understand the way they talk because I‘m not playing in english…#I think A‘vi and the rogues would have a bit of a rocky start for obvious reasons #but once A‘vi sees that they are fighting against everything he hates they would get along perfectly!#Only one day left now!!!#what will the last prompt be?

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glamourslime · 1 year

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Not to talk about comics on main again but. Its still wild to me that not only are rocket raccoon and rogue friends, they're on a cutesy-nickname basis

#rocket calls her by her full given name which like. nobody does that #rogue actively gies by rogue with everyone except for her husband. mothers. and apparently rocket raccoon #and SHE calls him ROCKY. which he says on panel that only rogue is allowed to do that #as an aside gambit and rocket are apparently gambling buddies which is also cute #but like when in the god damn world did rogue and rocket raccoon become friends like this. girl what is happening

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spockvarietyhour · 1 year

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#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rogue #Afterlife #Rocky Ridge #Panam Palmer #Valerian Vega #Danny Plays Cyberpunk 2077 #Hide and Queue

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thunderboltfire · 1 year

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The most recent BG3 patch has made Astarion a lot nicer, but also I’m not going to lie, I’m going to miss being able to elbow him in the face for sneaking up on Tav sleeping and him having the audacity to act offended because of it.

#BG3 #This was a lot more rocky but also more dynamic in the earlier versions #Straight up decking someone for a bite attempt seems like a fair deal #and a something my rogue would totally do as a first reflex #She will take a risk of letting him drink once she knows what's this all about #But sneaking up?#To a rogue of all things??#sorry dude you deserved that #It may be also that I enjoy some characters being awful gremlins sometimes

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merryfortune · 4 months

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my team going into the first gym, which was Brawly this time

Eggy the Exeggcute (no psychic type moves)

Sally the Slugma

Rocky the Larvitar

My team leaving Brawly

Eggy

#merry plays emerald rogue #not my finest hour sending a rock type in against brawly under the assumption rocky would outspeed #sally was caught to be fodder so i'm not smad about her

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hiddenbeks · 6 months

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u ever just. think abt ur warden and the decisions u made in dao and realize they would not make some of the decisions you made. and then u have to replay the game all over again just to do that one (1) thing differently

#must stay!! true to the character!!!#yknow. in every playthru after my very first one years ago i've made alistair rule together with anora #bc i believe its the best outcome for like ferelden as a whole. with anora's experience and alistair's compassion etc etc #but i dont think andrale cares whats best for ferelden lol. esp if it's at the cost of her loved ones' happiness #they have a rocky start but alistair and andrale are fast friends by the end!!#and if he doesnt wanna be king shes not gonna make him!! and anora seems competent enough to her #so the idea of the two marrying as a political power move doesnt even cross her mind actually #ALSO i've never done it before bc obliterating loghain with my rogue is just too fun. but i think andrale would let alistair duel him #since its more personal for him. andrale thinks he deserves a little revenge. as a treat #ch: andrale #hhhhh now im also thinking abt all the other questlines and What Andrale Would Actually Do #in a paragon of her kind i always play both sides and then betray harrowmont for Maximum Profit. but would andrale do that?????#i feel like she wouldnt waste time with that she would simply do whatever gets her the troops faster. she is a mostly honest person #would she broker peace between zathrian's clan n the werewolves?? or would she be like idc go off zathrian????#like. she has elgar'nan's vallaslin... mostly bc i think it looks cool but since elgar'nan is the god of vengeance...#maybe andrale does have a vengeful streak..... so much so that she believes zathrian's actions are good and justified.. hmm. idk #anyway. thinking thoughts abt my specialest babygirl warden. i love her :)

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brucewaynehater101 · 2 months

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Mafia AU with the batfamily, but it starts when Jason comes back as the Red Hood.

In this AU, Dick is the first one to find out about Jason being a crime lord. He finds out that his little brother is alive and running a gang and says "fuck it."

Is Dick currently a police officer and vigilante? Yes. Does he also immediately quit his day job to join Red Hood's gang as soon as finds out? Also yes.

Dick has a second chance with his brother. Is this brother a little murderous? Sure. Dick's tried to kill people too, though. Also, Dick is 83% sure Tim's got a kill count. It's fine.

So Jason is confused why Dick is willing to join a gang. The oldest brother says some cringe worthy stuff about family and Jason takes the action as the proof of love and loyalty it is (also, somehow Dick is just as terrifying to their enemies as Red Hood, but Dick doesn't kill them).

Tim, upon seeing Dick join a gang, instantly researches the hell out of this group. He finds out it's Jason, runs the stats for how crime has dropped in Crime Alley, and instantly starts working behind the scenes to create a smoother path for them. Without meaning to, Tim becomes the shadow boss for Jason's gang. The brothers are not aware that the other gangs, mobs, and rogues are wary of whomever it is that's smoothly guiding Red Hood's gang to success.

Red Hood is the face, Nightwing (though maybe a different moniker) is his right-hand man, and there's someone steering them to victory.

The startling efficiency of the gang and quick ascent drives Bruce into a paranoid bender. The man also has no clue where Dick wandered off to and why he's ignorning Bruce. Tim, as Robin, pretends to try to help Batman take down this group. This causes mass amounts of confusion because no one is aware that Tim is helping Hood besides Tim himself.

When Damian first appears in Gotham, he doesn't immediately go to Wayne Manor. He stalks it first. And what does he find? Tim is apparently shadow controlling a major mafia in Gotham.

As some convulted plan to dethrone Tim from Robin (and also because Damian is not aware that shadow controlling a gang is against Bruce's rules [like how he doesn't know murder is a big no no]), Damian decides to infiltrate Jason's gang. At first it's rocky cause Jason doesn't want kids in that line of work, but Damian being Talia's kid (and the chance to provide Damian a better childhood) has Jason and Dick adopting the child. They try to keep the runt out of the work as much as possible.

They all (minus Tim) grow closer until one night Damian overhears Jason lamenting to Dick about how the Joker is still alive. Jason hates that his father never avenged him.

Damian decides to fix that by killing the Joker.

When Dick and Jason confront Damian about this, he reveals Tim is controlling their entire mafia from the shadows.

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blendwerk · 1 year

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#star wars #rocky #sylvester stallone #rogue one

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don-lichterman · 1 year

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knightscanfeeltoo · 2 years

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Day 30 of RockySpoktober Month: Attack on Titan

(i'm not a fan of that anime by the way...)

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abigailmoment · 6 months

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It wasn't just bad luck that Staeve was targeted. It was a calculated attack. Halsin knew well enough how a caster could examine their enemies for tells. Halsin did it himself. Considered an opponent's tactics, and guessed at the places their mind would be most vulnerable.

You didn't have to be a gifted empath to watch how Staeve hurled himself into the thick of combat, right at the biggest bandit wielding the two-handed great sword, and think that the man might be vulnerable to a spell that exploited wisdom.

The fact that it took down Astarion too, well, perhaps that one was just bad luck.

It happened like this:

This is written about @velnna's Tav, Staeve. I was delighted to discover that they don't mind fan fiction being written about him.

I'm always cautious about writing for other people's OCs--getting voices right is so important to me. I have elegantly avoided that issue here.

Full text below.

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The fight was an incidental bit of banditry. Dangerous banditry, certainly. Bandits with great swords, supported by wizards. Halsin hung back with Gale while the two rogues dashed forward to give truth to the old adage that the best defense was killing the other fellow extremely quickly.

They cut down the man with the great sword and the woman with the mace and shield. Reinforcements were coming from around a rocky overhang. Halsin coaxed the earth to throw up entangling vines to slow them down. Gale drenched them with glimmering light that illuminated all their vulnerable points for Astarion and Staeve to shoot at.

Only the half-orc made it through the vines and the light. He was bloodied and wrathful. He was huge, but it was two against one, and the two were flanking with each other. It would have been an easy end to the combat, except that apparently there was a bandit wizard hidden somewhere in the trees who chose this moment to cast a spell.

One second Staeve was a blood spattered half-drow sprinting full-tilt, sword out, towards a fighter twice his size. And then he was gone.

Some sort of teleportation? Banishment? Gale was saying something about trajectory and scanning the treeline. Halsin was yelling, he wasn't sure what, the concern was more important than the words. He started running forward. Because two rogues against a barbarian was fine, but one rogue against a barbarian was an extremely fast way for that rogue to die.

And Astarion knew that so he should be running away. But he wasn't running away. He was darting forward and ducking low and almost getting hit by a greataxe as he snatched something off of the ground.

Then he was running, thank the Gods. There was something cradled in his arms, which meant he didn't have his rapier out as he scrambled back.

It was a cat. Halsin saw. They were ten feet away from each other when Halsin realized that Astarion was carrying a large, extremely upset tabby cat with grey-green fur.

That was when Astarion vanished. No. Not vanished. As the tabby tumbled to the ground, something small and white was already there, darting for cover.

Then the half-orc arrived. Bellowing and huge, at least when compared to cats. Not quite as huge when compared to Halsin.

Halsin decided to turn into a bear. It was amazing how many problems you could solve by turning into a bear.

"I am feeling my oversight in not preparing dispel magic today," said Gale. "Or counterspell."

"This is not a situation we could have anticipated," Halsin said.

Staeve contributed to the conversation, but because of present circumstances, it came out as a meow.

He was large for a cat. His fur was pale brown, tabby-striped with green. His stripes crisscrossed in a way that reminded Halsin of his tattoos. His scar was a fur-less groove in his face. He had the same pale green eyes as always. That color was quite appropriate in a cat.

He meowed again, more insistently this time.

"We will," Halsin assured him.

"You're speaking with him?" Gale asked.

"Not magically," Halsin said. It had been a long day and he had barely anything left to cast with. "But I think I understand him."

"Do you?"

"Think a moment and I am confident that you too will guess what he wants from us."

It did only take a moment. Gale was an intelligent man, when prompted. And they'd all seen the small white cat vanish into the woods during the bear-orc fight.

"Ah. Of course." Gale addressed the cat, voice reassuring. "Astarion should be relatively safe though. Polymorph is temporary and even if something did happen to him in the interim, he would just revert to his natural form."

Staeve's whiskers went back and his ears went flat in a thoroughly unimpressed way.

"I think it would be best to find him and make sure nothing happens," Halsin said with mellow diplomacy.

"Of course." Gale paused, then said delicately: "Given my skill in woodland matters, or lack thereof, I may best serve this cause by getting out of the way."

Halsin smiled. "It is a wise man who knows his limitations."

"I'll meet you all back at camp then?" said Gale.

"Take a potion of invisibility for the trip," Halsin suggested. "There might still be bandits about."

Staeve had gotten impatient with them, and was padding off into the forest. Halsin handed Gale the potion and hastened to follow.

Staeve scampered about the forest like he was looting the place. No hole, hollow log, wasp nest, or brown recluse spider-web was left uninvestigated. The loss of seventy five percent of his gray matter had done the man's already flagging survival instincts no favors. Halsin spent half of his attention looking for signs of a small white cat, and half of his time making sure Staeve's efforts at tracking didn't get him killed.

After being only a hairsbreadth quick enough to pull Staeve away from the entrance to a dire-badger-burrow Halsin decided that his partner was now going to be carried. Staeve made a meowling, writhing objection. He was terribly invested in the search. A compromise was reached when he was offered a perch high on Halsin's broad shoulders. Staeve proceeded to clamber from shoulder to shoulder as Halsin walked, ears always forward and alert, eyes bright, head turning this way and that as he scanned the woods.

Small cats with stealth training were not easy things to track through dense forest. Halsin did end up using his last spell slot to cast speak with animals. The local mice and voles always noticed when predators passed, even small ones. Halsin spoke to them while keeping one hand on Staeve, who watched the tiny creatures with bright, newly interested eyes.

Halsin of course spoke with Staeve as well, but it wasn't quite the same. Talking to a person who had been transformed into an animal was not the same as talking to that person. Shape changed you. How you saw things. How you thought. The mind of a cat was a fraction of the size of that of an elf or half-elf. Thinking with it was different. The change was easiest for druids. It was hardest for the cursed, who did not choose the new shape. Who were surprised by it.

He spoke to Staeve and learned things he had already known from observation. He reassured Staeve that the mice had given useful guidance.

That guidance led them north, then west, and then to a long hollow log, moss covered and broken in two places. A good hiding spot, and the sort of shelter that had a lot of escape routes. Staeve jumped off of Halsin's shoulder as the druid knelt down and they both peered inside.

In the darkness, Halsin could just make out a pair of ruby-bright eyes staring warily back at him.

Beside him, Halsin watched Staeve relax for the first time since becoming a cat. He wasn't actually as large as Halsin had first thought--it was just that his hackles had been up and his tail puffed out for the duration of the transformation.

It could be a painful thing indeed, to have one's heart so completely entwined with another's safety. A deeply worthwhile thing, but a painful thing, sometimes.

Halsin made a deferring motion to Staeve, who nodded in a rather un-catlike like way. Halsin stepped back from the log, moving slowly so as not to startle anything. He shifted a few feet away and sat close enough to watch, but far away enough that his looming size wasn't an ominous thing.

Staeve didn't go inside the hollow log. He sat at the entrance. Lay down at the entrance, body long and casual, head up on the lip of the log so he could keep looking inside. Modeling relaxation.

He started to purr. Halsin could hear him purring even from a few feet away. A loud, constant, soothing rumble. It somehow did not surprise Halsin that Staeve had a loud purr.

And then Staeve waited. Patient as anything. Waiting and watching and purring in a low buzz, as steadily as a beehive.

Halsin could not see inside the log, but he could guess at when Astarion moved because Staeve's ears would flick. Staeve had a fine poker face, but everyone had tells.

Something happened, or occurred to him, that made Staeve raise his head and sit up slightly from his sprawl on the ground. Then he stood up entirely. He gave Halsin a significant look, and trotted off into the underbrush.

Conscious that he had just been assigned new responsibility, Halsin shifted so that he had a good view of the log's entrances and everything around it. There wasn't much danger, Halsin’s presence in general kept most predators away from this space. But still.

During his vigil, Halsin saw the glimmer of red cat-eyes once. And only briefly.

Staeve came back soon. He had a dead vole in his mouth and he looked exceptionally pleased with himself. He dropped the vole at the mouth of the log, took a few pawpads back and watched expectantly.

It took another long minute, but after that minute a small white cat crept out of the darkness.

This should surprise no one, but Astarion was a beautiful cat. Slender and graceful with large eyes. His fur was pure, silvery white and just long enough to curl slightly. He moved with a cautious precision that Halsin recognized as his habit, and that deeply suited his new form.

He sniffed at the vole. He shot Staeve a judgmental look, because Gods forbid the man accept any kindness without prevaricating about it in some way. He glanced at Halsin. And then he leaned down to slide exceptionally long canines into the corpse's chest.

Staeve flopped down about a foot away and watched him with an expression of pleased devotion that would honestly be a bit more appropriate on a dog.

Astarion ate fastidiously, and without getting even a blot of blood on his snow-white fur. When he finished he licked his teeth.

When Staeve was quite sure Astarion was done eating, he sidled up slantwise, sauntering around the vole corpse as if he just casually happened to be taking a stroll in this part of the forest for no particular reason. He stopped just short of Astarion. His ears were forward. His tail flicked lightly from side to side.

Astarion regarded him levelly with his 'I know what you're doing and I know you think you're being clever about it but you're not' expression. Then, as if granting a boon, he deigned to rub his forehead gently against the underside of Staeve's chin.

Staeve took this as the invitation that it was and pressed back, much more enthusiastic and honest in his delight at the contact. Which in turn gave Astarion an excuse and space to do what he wanted and enjoy it.

They were always very dear to watch together. Whatever form they took. In about a minute they were curled over each other on the ground and Staeve was industriously grooming Astarion's head.

Halsin let this go on for as long as he could. But the shadows were lengthening, and they were very close to the Shadowlands, and he was out of spell slots, and the rogues were currently housecats.

"It is getting late, dear ones," he said softly.

Astarion twitched at the interruption, and Staeve licked him three times along the neck and chest in a soothing way. Then they disentangled from each other and padded over to Halsin.

Halsin picked up Staeve, but he knelt down and laid his arm on the ground so that Astarion could climb up and find what perch he wanted by himself. They did both end up in his arms. Staeve was tired and quite ready to be carried, and Astarion didn't want to be out of contact with him.

As Halsin walked through the woods with an armfull of cat, Staeve started to purr again. It was really the most marvelous sound. A soothing distillation of satisfaction and care. Almost enough to tempt one away from being a bear.

Astarion did not purr. Some cats didn't. Or purred only very rarely. But Astarion did, at one point, look up at Halsin and blink his bright red eyes very slowly.

And that was a precious thing.

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