[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]rory still isn't sure about the ins and outs of joining , hell if there was any . beforehand , he'd been a one man's band , fearful of a world his parents otherwise shielded him from. he's been in about two ? three ? groups before flintlock , the first a ton more messier than the second , but that's only because the holland was there to accompany him. flintlock was a little more sane , could have been worse. by then , he was aware what would follow if he tried to attack an individual who had a whole army behind them; he was lucky that the prior hadn't left him dead.
it's cold , so of course , rory is inside when edmund barks his usual demands. a stranger at the border. luckily , rory wasn't sulking around in nothing more than a t-shirt and cargo pants , otherwise this wouldn't have been the job for him; he had been outside not too long ago , so instead he brands his 'winter attire': a pair of jeans a bit too tight , double socked and sneakered , yet to be stripped from his jacket as he warms himself by the fire. he was still bursting with adrenaline from earlier's task and so , he trudges not too far off from edmund who moves impressively fast. despite earlier drawbacks , he paces himself .
from afar , the stranger looks nothing too far off from a twelve year old boy doused in clothing far too big for him. but as rory advances closer , he could easily see it's a just a woman who wears clothing far too big for her , a duffel bag lounging behind her, and an incredibly hideous creature in her lap. edmund's the ones for pleasantries , but rory eyes the thing that snores almost as his loud as his father had; he worries for the poor thing. wonders if it could breathe under all that blubber. he's seen many breeds , but nothing quite like this one. it's ed's offer to aspen that derives him from his thoughts.
"here." rory strolls up to her , extends a gloved hand and flashes her his signature smirk; something not too far off from sardonic , just something that came absentmindedly natural to rory. ( especially prevelant in the presence of ed, as if his whole purpose of coming was almost to push hi buttons. something rory would never admit. )
it's cold , so of course , rory is inside when edmund barks his usual demands. a stranger at the border. luckily , rory wasn't sulking around in nothing more than a t-shirt and cargo pants , otherwise this wouldn't have been the job for him; he had been outside not too long ago , so instead he brands his 'winter attire': a pair of jeans a bit too tight , double socked and sneakered , yet to be stripped from his jacket as he warms himself by the fire. he was still bursting with adrenaline from earlier's task and so , he trudges not too far off from edmund who moves impressively fast. despite earlier drawbacks , he paces himself .
from afar , the stranger looks nothing too far off from a twelve year old boy doused in clothing far too big for him. but as rory advances closer , he could easily see it's a just a woman who wears clothing far too big for her , a duffel bag lounging behind her, and an incredibly hideous creature in her lap. edmund's the ones for pleasantries , but rory eyes the thing that snores almost as his loud as his father had; he worries for the poor thing. wonders if it could breathe under all that blubber. he's seen many breeds , but nothing quite like this one. it's ed's offer to aspen that derives him from his thoughts.
"here." rory strolls up to her , extends a gloved hand and flashes her his signature smirk; something not too far off from sardonic , just something that came absentmindedly natural to rory. ( especially prevelant in the presence of ed, as if his whole purpose of coming was almost to push hi buttons. something rory would never admit. )