Private rp with Wingfeather

[mainehorse]

"1492? That's a lot of years of memories lost. But I suppose there's nothing I can do about that now." Cass says, turning her sword over to work on sharpening the other side. She had to get it done regardless of the discomfort it might cause. Proper upkeep was critical for any weapon and she wasn't going to risk going out there with a half sharpened blade. "I take it you don't care for physicians either?" She asks. She couldn't remember what could have caused her distaste for medical professionals, but perhaps it had to do with the state her arm was in. And perhaps not. All she knew was that as soon as she had come to again, she had wanted out of the infirmary and nothing the physician could say was going to keep her in there. She had collected her belongings and left despite his protests that she wasn't in any shape to leave.

[wingfeather]

Lockian put the finished arrow aside and started another one, ''you remember your birth year,'' he asked, with how little Cassidy remembered about herself it was a strange thought to think she could remember her birth year. He grimaced at the thought of physicians, ''yes, I once was badly sick, enough for a physician, they just make you feel so helpless, like you can't do anything for yourself. It is uncomfortable to be always at their mercy, in a figure of speech. So, I try to stay away and tend to myself when I can,'' he said as he fit the point on the newly whittled stick.

[mainehorse]

"For some reason. I don't understand why. Certainly there must have been more important things I could have remembered, and yet here we are." Cass says wryly as she continues to scrape the whetstone along the blade of her sword. It was frustrating, to be able to recall the most benign tiny details that did her no good, but to have everything else be completely obscured in a foggy haze. "Fair... it's better to not be at anyone's mercy if at all possible" she says. She certainly didn't wanted to be at anyone's mercy again. Though she supposed not all injuries could be self treated. But that wouldn't stop her from trying. With the proper supplies, most injuries could be tended to. Some alcohol to disinfect the wound, gauze to pad it and bandages to keep it clean would do for most superficial wounds. Of course, having a surgical needle and sutures would probably be a good idea in case any wounds were deep enough to require stitches.

[wingfeather]

Lockian did think it odd indeed that of all the things Cassidy could have remembered that was what came to her mind, ''maybe more things will come to you once we're on the road,'' he said, ''especially once we find a fortress, which seems to have been you element.'' He nodded in complete agreement with her next statement, being forced to lie still whilst others attend to you was never a pleasant feeling. He listened in silence to the resounding echo of Cassidy's whet stone being run down her sword, oddly enough, he liked the sound, true it wasn't one of peace and tranquillity, quite the opposite, instead it filled him with a craving for adventure. He placed his next completed arrow beside the one he had done before and immediately started a new one. He glanced outside, ''goodness how fast night has been creeping upon us, that boy had better return with those feathers soon,'' it was not yet dark outside but he knew it would come faster than they wished it.

[mainehorse]

"Maybe... I suppose time will tell. I certainly hope so," Cass says as she scrapes the whetstone against her sword again. The blade was looking better now, much sharper than it had been before. She felt like a shell of a person, not knowing who she really was or how she had become the way she was. She glances out the window at his next statement. "Hopefully. There are many dangers out in the dark... it's no place for a child to be wandering out on their own. If he doesn't come back soon, I'll probably go out myself and see if I can find him" she says. She might not remember much, but she knew that brigands could be a serious threat. They'd take whatever they could get and a child on their own without an adult for protection would be an easy target. If the boy had run into trouble, he would need someone to come to his aid.

[wingfeather]

''As do I,'' Lockian answered honestly, it had to be a very bad feeling not to know ones past, not even wether or not you were a good person. Fortunately for the boy that a search party wasn't necessary for suddenly the front door slammed, causing Grettir's eyes to open up half way then immediately close again. The patter of eager feet was heard and soon the boy's fair face was before Lockian beaming as he held out a sack, ''got em Ian, got yer feathers,'' he said with pride. Lockian put on a face of mock seriousness, ''let me inspect them first, I can't pay a man unless I'm satisfied first,'' he took the sack and opened it. A look of apprehension passed the boy's face. Lockian continued to search through the sack as if he were inspecting the work of a goldsmith, ''hmm dry.... well sized.... clean appearance,'' he looked up still wearing his serious face, ''hmm for this I can give you....'' he reached into his pocket and pulled out two copper pieces. The boy almost went wild with joy, ''thank you Ian,'' he said before running off to show off his prize to his siblings.

[mainehorse]

"That's very kind of you." Cass says, scraping the whetstone against her blade once more. She wasn't sure why he seemed so invested in whether or not she was able to uncover any of her past, but it was kind of nice to know that someone cared. She was very much like a feral cat in the sense that in order to get her to warm up to someone, it was crucial for them to be patient and let her do so at her own pace, off her own volition. Trying to force something, or push her towards opening up would end badly. She wasn't sure what exactly uncovering her past would reveal... had she even been a good person? She had found that she could have a very fiery temper, one that reared it's ugly head when the physician had been poking and prodding her upon her awakening to see if he had missed any injuries. Was it possible that she had been a monster? Metaphorically speaking of course. She wasn't sure how she'd take that if it ended up being the case. Though that was purely speculation at the moment from one random detail. She was getting ahead of herself she mused.

[wingfeather]

Lockian himself didn't really know why he suddenly became attached to this hardened woman, but after some contemplation of the subject he realized that he had gained a respect for her, she only seemed to be a few years older than he, but with all the hardships she was going through she wasn't in depression over the situation, nor had she given up on life, as quite a few would do in her circumstances. She just picked herself up and kept going. Lockian himself was a generally more open person though lately the past few years closed him up leaving him to himself. There wasn't exactly much common ground he could find that he shared with Cassidy, but he definitely enjoyed the sensible and down-to-earth conversation he'd been having. Slowly he was gaining a trust as well as a respect for the reserved woman, but slowly, trust was easily broken and he was still afraid of how much he could give her, the more given, the more pain if broken.

[mainehorse]

Cass continues to scrape away at the blade, sharpening it further with each mostly fluid streak until apparently her right arm decided to stage a rebellion. She lost her grip on the whetstone as her stiff fingers ached in protest. Between the extended use and the cold, it seemed she had pushed it a little too far. "Darn it" she mutters as the whetstone falls to the floor with a quiet thud. She glares at her hand arm for a moment before setting her sword aside to lean against the armchair. She supposed it was good enough for the time being. She could finish it up in the morning. Leaning forward, she picks up the whetstone in her left hand and slips it in her pocket. It seemed that her other arm was out of commission for the night. There wasn't anything she could do about it, so she just had to accept it and move on.

[wingfeather]

Lockian glanced her way just as he finished his fourth arrow and began on his fifth, he would have asked if she wanted his assistance, and indeed he had been thinking about doing so for some time, but he had a feeling that Cassidy would not take too kindly to that. It might make her feel as if he thought her weak, which he most definitely did not. His muscle memory was kicking in just then and he was soon finished with the fifth arrow, suddenly he asked, ''how good are you with that blade,'' he was very curious as to that fact, she seemed like she would be a good warrior, no she most definitely was a good warrior, but as to how good he had yet to see.

[mainehorse]

"Haven't gotten into any fights since I left the infirmary... so can't say for sure. But we'll most likely run into some brigands on the road, so I suppose we'll find out soon enough." Cass says, rubbing her right forearm absent-mindedly. She was a bit surprised by the sudden question, but she supposed it wasn't too far out of left field. She must have known how to use the blade if she had it on her person, and judging by how many scars she bore, chances were that she had survived many a fight. If she wasn't at least decent with the blade then she likely wouldn't be here right now. But time would tell just how well she could use it. According to the physician, when he had found her she must have been fresh from a fight, but he couldn't tell how much of the blood had been her own or that of her enemy.

[wingfeather]

''That we will,'' he responded, he hadn't ever really been in any fights, well he did have his share of wrestling matches when he was a younger boy and even a few fist-fights nowadays, if there was ever good reason for them. He wondered briefly how he would hold himself in a real battle. He smiled to himself as Cassidy's favorite phrase came to mind, 'time would tell'. Finishing his sixth arrow he leaned back to relax his throbbing fingers, the work was not overly tedious, but still placed some strain on the hands. Now all he had to do was attach the feathers which shouldn't take long he supposed. He flexed his sore back and stretched his arms, he realized that he still had a little ale in his tankard, would not do to allow that to go to waste, he though picking it up and taking a long drink.

[mainehorse]

"Oh that's almost an absolute certainty. There will always be people out there looking to pick a fight. And out on the road you're highly likely to run into them." Cass says as she continued to rub her right forearm, moving on to her stiff, achy fingers. It was a dull ache than seemed to run deep into the bones. But she could deal with that. She'd have to finish up sharpening her sword tomorrow. She couldn't do it one handed and it had become quite clear that her right arm was out of commission for the day between rough use and the cold weather. Winter was bound to be miserable if it was already acting up. Though that was probably normal, she just couldn't remember it.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded, he was very sure that they would meet thugs and ruffians on the road at some point, in fact it was highly unlikely that they would actually pass without being molested by them in some way. All too often did travelers come to the inn and tell tales of their travels, granted some of them seemed a little far fetched, but then again there wasn't really a way to tell. Lockian turned to look at the window across the room, it was dark, how fast time goes. ''We should probably eat,'' he said, it definitely would not do to go to bed on an empty stomach, especially with how long a trek they were going to make.

[mainehorse]

"That would be wise. We've got quite the journey ahead of us. We'll need to cover as much ground as possible before we have to stop and make camp for the night. And with autumn approaching the sun will be setting earlier than it otherwise would." Cass says. She'd need to be up bright and early to see about getting tents, bedrolls, provisions and preferably a wagon to store it in. But it would need to be one she could pull herself since she lacked a horse at the moment. But pulling a wagon would be easier than carrying everything on their backs for the entirety of the journey up north. And maybe they'd be able to purchase a horse along the way.