Guards and Order

[Wylde]

"Houses are overrated," says Wylde. "There's places in the forest that are just as dry, and with a blanket, almost as warm. You just have to know how to find them."

[Solras, The Protector]

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what exactlyis keeping you here then." Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch concern and curiosity in her posture. "It seems you don't want to be here and have a place in mind you would rather be...."

[Wylde]

"Well, it's not that simple is it? They sent me here. Been back for visits but I don't fit anymore."

[Solras, The Protector]

"Is it that important that you stay where you are put? People grow, they change, it is understandable that they move as well. Just because you no longer fit in where you came from does not mean there is not a place that fits you now."

[Wylde]

"There might be," she allows. "Maybe I'm trying to force a round peg into a square hole, working for the guard. But.. I dunno. Seems like it's a good job, you know? A sense of purpose. Keeping order. My heart belongs to the wild places but my head kinda likes the idea of being useful that way." She gives a rueful grin, taking another swig of her mug. 

"Why are you a guard?" she asks, after a moment.

[Solras, The Protector]

It takes a long moment for Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch to answer. There's a lot to consider.... eventually she answers sucinctly "because i've got terrible aim with a pickaxe."

Defintiely not the whole story there. Wylde knows her partner well enough by now to know that the story is incomplete, and that she will be told the rest of it if she asks.

[Wylde]

Wylde chuckles. "Now that sounds like a good story."

[Solras, The Protector]

"It does, doesn't it?" Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch says smiling. That wasn't actually a question Wylde.

[Wylde]

"You plan to tell it?" she asks, tilting her head faintly. I don't want to seem nosy...

[Solras, The Protector]

"If i'm asked to." Okay now Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch is blatantly teasing her partner, guess she really doesn't object to telling the story, so long as the proper forms are fufilled.

[Wylde]

"Oh mighty dwarf, Daughter of Umdor, she of the dry wit and mighty arm, please, enlighten this unworthy Wildling as to the story behind thy aim most terrible," she teases, grinning as she does.

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch laughs at that "that's a bit overly formal don't you think" a pause "I honestly don't think it's too exciting really. The family mines, we have for generations, but when you.. well first i was working a promising gold seam and collapsed the tunnel, took ten days to dig everyone out that time, and after that the seam was ruined. Then the iron mine, dug straight into a riverbed..... And they still haven't fully put out the fire in the coal mine..... After that I was invited to seek an alternate career path.... away from the family. Though I am still invited for Long Dark dinner every year, and we do write often."

[Wylde]

"Yikes," laughs Wylde. "Sounds like me, but underground."

[Solras, The Protector]

"We do seem a well matched pair." Solras, Daughter of Umdor, and Elder Private of the Watch admits with a chuckle. "Think, it be an accident or have the gods been meddling again?"

[Wylde]

"I hope accident," admits Wylde. "Never wanted to be an adventurer. Too dangerous."