[A] - [FINNICK ODAIR] [Kieran’s not sure how he came across this particular item, but, here he is, standing in one of Anchor’s expansive hallways holding a shell necklace. At first, that soft whisper coming out of his device unnerved him—it still does, to be honest—but it’s at least been proving somewhat useful so far. That said, each one of Kieran’s steps is hesitant, as he can’t be sure if the voice is leading him to whoever the true owner of the necklace is, or if it’s just leading him somewhere to get dragged off and brutally murdered. Either is entirely possible, as far as he’s concerned.]
[Eventually, it starts cheerfully chirping about how Kieran is almost there, and how the person he’s looking for is just under his nose!!! Really!!! So close!!!]
[He looks around for any other person in the immediate area and, spying someone he’s never really met before, he calls out.]
H-Hey, uh, you got a minute?
[B] – [OPEN] [Kieran has been sick plenty of times before. In the 1800s, a strong chest cough could mean a lot of things anywhere from the common cold to a bout of uncurable tuberculosis. It really depended on your luck.]
[Kieran’s luck, to be blunt, sucks.]
[So, when he first starts feeling that tickle in the back of his throat, he does what he can to ignore the potential of a deadly illness work through it—in every sense of the word. He’s busy with his jobs on the ranch, feeding animals and watering crops as needed. But, eventually, it gets to the point where breathing is tough and lifting heavy things is tougher. The chills running through his body don’t help much, either.]
[Thankfully, his hammock is comfortable, and even though he hates the idea, Kieran can afford to take a day off. Maybe your character’s caught wind of his sickness over a video conversation, or from working with him on the ranch, or from a missed meet-up. A visit sure would be nice!]
[Otherwise, they can catch Kieran warming up some soup for himself in the dining hall, huddled up in a corner seat with a thin blanket from his ‘room’ wrapped around his shoulders. Because, you know, that’s not suss at all.]
[C] – [OPEN] [It’s been a long time coming for Eavan to properly learn how to carry a person on her back, and what better occasion than a bunch of critters showing up around the agricultural level, ripe for herding?]
[Her saddle isn’t anything special, rustic and clearly made by hands that are inexperienced but that knew enough to put together something usable. Kieran can’t claim to be an expert on making horse tack, but he’s taken care to keep Eavan’s comfort at the forefront of his thought process. During her time wearing the saddle, she hasn’t shown any signs of chafing or irritation. As long as that continues, it’s good enough for him, even if there’s not quite as much padding to keep him at that same level of comfort.]
[As Kieran eases Eavan into a trot and eventually into a gallop, your character may notice some glowing blurs out in the distance. He may not notice them right away, though, since his sights are set on some potential new additions to the slowly but steadily growing ranch.]
Kieran Duffy | Mostly Open
[Kieran’s not sure how he came across this particular item, but, here he is, standing in one of Anchor’s expansive hallways holding a shell necklace. At first, that soft whisper coming out of his device unnerved him—it still does, to be honest—but it’s at least been proving somewhat useful so far. That said, each one of Kieran’s steps is hesitant, as he can’t be sure if the voice is leading him to whoever the true owner of the necklace is, or if it’s just leading him somewhere to get dragged off and brutally murdered. Either is entirely possible, as far as he’s concerned.]
[Eventually, it starts cheerfully chirping about how Kieran is almost there, and how the person he’s looking for is just under his nose!!! Really!!! So close!!!]
[He looks around for any other person in the immediate area and, spying someone he’s never really met before, he calls out.]
H-Hey, uh, you got a minute?
[B] – [OPEN]
[Kieran has been sick plenty of times before. In the 1800s, a strong chest cough could mean a lot of things anywhere from the common cold to a bout of uncurable tuberculosis. It really depended on your luck.]
[Kieran’s luck, to be blunt, sucks.]
[So, when he first starts feeling that tickle in the back of his throat, he does what he can to ignore the potential of a deadly illness work through it—in every sense of the word. He’s busy with his jobs on the ranch, feeding animals and watering crops as needed. But, eventually, it gets to the point where breathing is tough and lifting heavy things is tougher. The chills running through his body don’t help much, either.]
[Thankfully, his hammock is comfortable, and even though he hates the idea, Kieran can afford to take a day off. Maybe your character’s caught wind of his sickness over a video conversation, or from working with him on the ranch, or from a missed meet-up. A visit sure would be nice!]
[Otherwise, they can catch Kieran warming up some soup for himself in the dining hall, huddled up in a corner seat with a thin blanket from his ‘room’ wrapped around his shoulders. Because, you know, that’s not suss at all.]
[C] – [OPEN]
[It’s been a long time coming for Eavan to properly learn how to carry a person on her back, and what better occasion than a bunch of critters showing up around the agricultural level, ripe for herding?]
[Her saddle isn’t anything special, rustic and clearly made by hands that are inexperienced but that knew enough to put together something usable. Kieran can’t claim to be an expert on making horse tack, but he’s taken care to keep Eavan’s comfort at the forefront of his thought process. During her time wearing the saddle, she hasn’t shown any signs of chafing or irritation. As long as that continues, it’s good enough for him, even if there’s not quite as much padding to keep him at that same level of comfort.]
[As Kieran eases Eavan into a trot and eventually into a gallop, your character may notice some glowing blurs out in the distance. He may not notice them right away, though, since his sights are set on some potential new additions to the slowly but steadily growing ranch.]