"Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives."
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Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade Words: 326 Notes: Posted from the depths of the Denver airport. Thanks, United.
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It’s the fourth day, and the shadows are still following you.
“Bandits,” the Captain had said, and her own shadow - Deshavi, the Captain told you - had nodded in agreement.
“At least twelve of them,” the tracker had added. “Not enough to confront us directly, but perhaps they’ll meet some friends further down the road. That’s when they would attack.”
That was four days ago. It hadn’t been a comforting thought then, and it isn’t a comforting thought now. Four days, and the caravan hadn’t been attacked, but the caravan also hadn’t lost its shadow.
You’d volunteered for the first watch, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you were well and truly exhausted. You were surprised when Deshavi said she’d join you, as the Captain retreated to your shared tent to rest. Now she sits beside you, silent, eyes scanning the twilight for something you can’t make out.
“Worried?”
You half jump at the sound. She doesn’t speak much, and she’s never spoken to you directly.
“Worried? Why would I be worried?”
You hope the worry doesn’t come through in your voice.
Deshavi shrugs. “Why not? You’ve never been chased by bandits before, have you?”
“Well, no, but -”
“Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives.” Then, after a moment: “But it’s also natural. I was worried, too, so I put myself to work. And now we have nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to…” you trail off, confused.
“While I was scouting our path, I met a Vaegir patrol out of Rivacheg. By this time tomorrow, every one of those bandits will be dead or in chains, all without us having to lift a finger.”
It still takes far too long for you to sleep that night, but for the first time since departing, you don’t wake again until morning.
Fill: Team OC
"Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives."
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Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade
Words: 326
Notes: Posted from the depths of the Denver airport. Thanks, United.
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It’s the fourth day, and the shadows are still following you.
“Bandits,” the Captain had said, and her own shadow - Deshavi, the Captain told you - had nodded in agreement.
“At least twelve of them,” the tracker had added. “Not enough to confront us directly, but perhaps they’ll meet some friends further down the road. That’s when they would attack.”
That was four days ago. It hadn’t been a comforting thought then, and it isn’t a comforting thought now. Four days, and the caravan hadn’t been attacked, but the caravan also hadn’t lost its shadow.
You’d volunteered for the first watch, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you were well and truly exhausted. You were surprised when Deshavi said she’d join you, as the Captain retreated to your shared tent to rest. Now she sits beside you, silent, eyes scanning the twilight for something you can’t make out.
“Worried?”
You half jump at the sound. She doesn’t speak much, and she’s never spoken to you directly.
“Worried? Why would I be worried?”
You hope the worry doesn’t come through in your voice.
Deshavi shrugs. “Why not? You’ve never been chased by bandits before, have you?”
“Well, no, but -”
“Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives.” Then, after a moment: “But it’s also natural. I was worried, too, so I put myself to work. And now we have nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing to…” you trail off, confused.
“While I was scouting our path, I met a Vaegir patrol out of Rivacheg. By this time tomorrow, every one of those bandits will be dead or in chains, all without us having to lift a finger.”
It still takes far too long for you to sleep that night, but for the first time since departing, you don’t wake again until morning.