Fish for a Fire

4 October 2015

19:47 < GyroTech> hmm What iff its during his wilderness thingy instead. Both skies and Serilde meetup. He bribes her to share her camp for some fish.

19:48 < Seaward_Skies> And it's a cold, rainy night, and she may detect the signs that he needs a warm, feathery body to heat him up?

19:49 < GyroTech> perhaps~

19:49 < Seaward_Skies> Well then~

19:49 < GyroTech> ~~

19:52 < Seaward_Skies> I'll start?

19:52 < Serilde> yay~

19:54 Seaward_Skies trudges onwards through the driving, frozen rain, head down, skin feeling like it's being prick by thousands of tiny icicles as the rain manages to penetrate even his thick coat, plastering his mane to his skull. His saddlebags are intact, at least, and so is his harpoon and the caught fish he's strung along himself. But his cloak is caught in

19:54 < Seaward_Skies> a tree half a mile back, and it's only the flickering of firelight in the distance that keeps him pressing onward.

19:58 Serilde had set up the camp for the night, pitching a small tent by the roaring fire he'd made, throwing its warmth around on the otherwise cold night. The tiercel had even gone so far as to string a small tarp between the trees he was camping under, warding off the heavy sleet that falls around. He was glad he was so prepared, otherwise this would be a miserable night.

20:00 Seaward_Skies pushes his way through the trees surrounding the camp, relishing in even the slight shelter that the branches offer. They at least dull the icy fangs of the wind, so that the sleet falls more or less vertically instead of driving into the stallion's eyes and blinding him. He glances around, spotting the tent, and lets out a hoarse cry.

20:00 < Seaward_Skies> "H-hello?!"

20:01 < Seaward_Skies> ( http://fav.me/d9bq4jj This is a pretty amazing plush)

20:08 Serilde 's ears perk as he ehars the distinc sound of something moving around the camp. He had taken off his beak and claws to rest and set up camp, but he could still fight for himself plenty well without them. He arches down ready to pounce at whatever comes through the thicket. When the stallion wanders out of the thicket he barely gets out his words before Serilde leaps into the air and crashes down on top of him and knocking him to the wet ground. Better safe tha sorry. "What are you doing here?" He growls.

20:10 Seaward_Skies grunts and coughs out his lungful of air as a dark shape blurs through the air, easily beating his cold-slowed reflexes, and pins him down. As he recovers his breath, he squints up through stinging eyes and frozen rain to see a tiercel's face swimming in the air above him. "*cough*... Always trust a griffon to give you a warm welcome..." he

20:10 < Seaward_Skies> grumbles. "I'm just a traveller. I-I was hoping you might be generous enough to share your fire..."

20:16 Serilde narrows his eyes as he looks down at the stallion who was shivering in the cold. His eyes search out signs of any obvious weapons, and of course he notices the harpoon. The tiercel grabs that and tosses it aside into the brush, where Seaward_Skies wouldnt be able to find it until morning light. He takes a deep breath and steps backwards, allowing the stallion to get to his feet. "Fine, I suppose it wouldnt do for you to freeze to death out here if you are all you say you are. My fire is warm and should get you perked up."

20:18 Seaward_Skies scowls as the tiercel tosses his harpoon, tracking it with his eyes but as it vanishes into the undergrowth he loses it. "Hey! You didn't have to... What, are you afraid I'm going to stab you in your sleep or something?" He grumbles as he climbs back to all fours, and pads a little closer to the fire, ducking under the tarp. "And here I was

20:18 < Seaward_Skies> going to offer you dinner and everything..."

20:23 Serilde snorts at the stallion's reaction. "You can never be too careful. I'm sure it wont wander away during the night and come sun up, it should be pretty easy to find once more," he explains in a dispasionate tone. "Anyways, I'm not a big fan of pony food. Just be greatful I'm risking letting you share my fire." He s continues, before moving under the tarp as well. The air is much smokier as the angle thats required to cause the rain to run, also traps in the fumes.

20:25 Seaward_Skies clears his throat as the smoke hits it, and pulls the string of fish around, laying them on top of the saddlebags he's already set down on a dry patch of ground. "Really? I thought griffons liked fish. All the ones I grew up around did, at least..."

20:29 Serilde feesl his beak begin to water as the pegasus pulls out a string succulent, if slightly frozen, fish watching them intently. Ohh those did look good. "Fish? I most certainly like fish...but that's not fairly common pony fair is it. And...I am sharing my fire with you...perhaps you could find cause to share those, while you tell me why you have them anyways."

20:32 Seaward_Skies chuckles as the sight of them has the desired effect on the tiercel, and pulls a few skewers from his bag to impale the fish with. "You've clearly never spent time around coastal pegasi. I'll share a few, if it'll make you a little f-friendlier, and tell you how I came by them?" Despite the warmth of the fire, he still shudders with the cold,

20:32 < Seaward_Skies> stuttering slightly.

20:39 Serilde scoots a little closer to the stalion and takes one of the skewers as its offored to him with a soft smile on his beak. "Well, I mean...only the small towns right next to the border on the east coast...Opposeit of here." He says with a snort. He notices the stallion's shiver and puts a talon on his back and pushes him a little closer to the fire. "And you, my friend, need to warm up more."

20:41 Seaward_Skies eeps as he's forced towards the flames, but feels the warmth filling the air and nods, closing his eyes. "I guess you're right... Got caught short in this storm thanks to a couple of stupid weather pegasi who told me the forecast was clear skies all the way to the weekend..." He holds a couple of skewers over the fire.

20:46 Serilde gestures around at the forest and shrugs. "You and I both know they dont control the weather in these wild areas. Things aren't particularly controllable out here. You should always be prepared." The griffon waits till the fish compmeltly defrosts and is warm, but not quite cooked yet and withdraws it from the fire, before taking a bite. He murrs as the tasty oily flavor rolls over his tongue, savoring it and holding it there before gulping it down. "Now that's some good fish."

20:50 Seaward_Skies shrugs, leaving his own fish over the fire a while longer, until it's nicely roasted, and starts gnawing on it, relishing the smokey taste the extra time over the fire gives it. "Well, they told me they were in charge of the weather this far out... Probably trying to make themselves look good to tourists..." He swallows a mouthful, sighing.

20:50 < Seaward_Skies> "Mmm, this is good~ Been too long since I could actually catch and keep, instead of playing catch-and-release in front of the city ponies~"

21:01 Serilde rolls his eyes at Seaward_Skies and says, "Well, why does it matter that you catch and keep out in the city? I know plenty of griffons who fish off the pier, so its not illegal. And let me tell you, I've traved all around this country. Weather control tends to stop a quarter mile or so into the area's of untamed magic because it gets to be too much work." He takes anothe big bite of his fish. He was feelign a little better now that the pegasus's shivering had largely stopped. He hoped that the pony would dry off well enough before they had to share the one griffon tent.

21:03 Seaward_Skies rolls his eyes. "Maybe the weather teams around here do, but where I'm from they have at least an on-duty pegasus in every village. Means that you don't get freak storms like these. And sure, there's no law against fishing, and aye the griffons do it all the time. But ponies expect that from griffons. They don't expect me to do it. They'd just

21:03 < Seaward_Skies> turn me into some kind of pariah if I did..."

21:09 Serilde shrugs at the stallion. "We're a day or so deep into the forest. I'm sure they broke up everythig that actually reached into the tamed areas. Its just a lot for them to handle. Anyways you could just lurk with teh griffons and probably catch fish and tuck them away, or buy some from teh markets." He says with a shrug before finishing off the last of his fish. He casts an eye over to the last one on the bag and licks his beak longingly. "This is so much better than trail rations."

21:12 Seaward_Skies still has one fish to eat, and shrugs at Serilde. "Go ahead. I've got plenty to keep me going for the night," he says. "And maybe I could, but I'd rather not risk it. And if it's going to be stormy in the forest why didn't they tell me it was going to be? I did say I was going into wild country..."

21:26 < Seaward_Skies> I think I probably missed your last post

21:26 < Serilde> Serilde shrugs at the stallion. "We're a day or so deep into the forest. I'm sure they broke up everythig that actually reached into the tamed areas. Its just a lot for them to handle. Anyways you could just lurk with teh griffons and probably catch fish and tuck them away, or buy some from teh markets." He says with a shrug before finishing off the last of his fish. He casts an eye over to the last one on the bag and licks his beak longingly. "This is so much better than trail rations."

21:26 < Seaward_Skies> No, I got that one and replied to it...

21:26 < Serilde> Oh you did

21:27 < Serilde> I dont know how I missed that >.<

21:27 < Seaward_Skies> :B

21:32 Serilde waves a claw at the air and says, "Well its hard to detect these sorts of things sometimes, from what I gather. And thanks for the last one~" He reaches over and stabs it with the skewer before thrusting it into the flames. He takes a deep breath, listening to the roaring storm around theim, casting its fury down around them.

21:34 Seaward_Skies slowly works on his other fish, but finds his appetite is lacking, and he can't suppress occasional shivers still, even though he's not feeling particularly cold anymore. "Well, next time I'm not trusting these colts, that's for sure..."

21:40 Serilde sees the stallion shiver and frowns at the sight as he begins to nom on his final fish, pulling it out of the fire. "Thats probably for the best. I dont trust any reports outside of habitated areas." With a reluctant sigh, the griffon scoots a little closer to the shivering pony and wraps a wing around his wet fur.

21:41 Seaward_Skies picks the last of the smokey meat from the fish, and tosses the skewer aside. "Well, U.S. Navy ponies

21:42 < Seaward_Skies> (damn >.<)

21:42 < Serilde> (US Navy? :P)

21:43 Seaward_Skies picks the last of the smokey meat from the fish, and tosses the skewer aside. "Well, us Navy ponies are used to thinking of land as this wonderful place where the weather behaves..." He sits up sharply as the wing wraps around him and glances over at the tiercel.

21:43 < Seaward_Skies> (I tried to say "us navy")

21:49 Serilde looks down at the stallion with a stern look that tells him both not to ask, and not to used to it. He pulls the pegasus close against his warm body, grimacing as he feels the wetness against him. "Well...It behaves anywhere pony's should be, but not in places like out here."

21:51 Seaward_Skies shrugs, accepting the look and the unspoken message, and simply enjoys the embrace and the warmth of the tiercel, and the feathers across his shoulders. He leans against Serilde. "I guess so..."

22:01 Serilde holds the stallion close as he works on the last of his fish, finally swallowing that down and casting his skewer aside as well. "So...where are you heading anyways? I'm on my way back to Seaddle to rendevue with another caravan I'm to guard."

22:06 Seaward_Skies closes his eyes, his head resting on Serilde's shoulder and his body shifting slightly with each breath that the tiercel takes. "Oh, I was heading northwards to visit a friend who lives out in these parts, and decided to do some brushing up of my survival skills on the way back to Seaddle. I guess I'm a lot rustler than I thought..."

22:12 Serilde rustles a bit as he feels the stallion leaning against him and grits his beak. He lets him linger there for only a moment longer before retracting his wing and getting to his feet hastily. "Umm well then. You seem dry enough now, and its a little late...Probably ough tto turn in now if we're to be up at the crack of dawn." He heads over to his tent and opens it, and holds it open looking at the stallion expectantly.

22:15 Seaward_Skies grins uncertainly and nods, rolling to his hooves and approaching. He glances up at the tiercel as he ducks under the flap, settling himself down on the thin bedroll. "Well.. Thank you for letting me share your fire, even if you did throw away my harpoon..."

22:23 < Serilde> (THe artist just gave me another, more complete sketch WIP :P

22:24 < Seaward_Skies> (Don't tell me these things! xP)

22:25 Serilde feels the pony brush up against him as he enters the tight tent. Once inside it was readily apparent that this was made for one catbird, and one only. They would be quite tight against each other tonight. Serilde lets the flap fall away, plunging the pair into darkness and lays down, half on top of the pegasus and pushing the rest of him up against the canvas. He was also pressed tight against the fabric as the tent walls strain to contain them.

22:26 < Serilde> (Here's a little snipit: http://screencast.com/t/K9Zi9UxBbDu )

22:28 Seaward_Skies grunts in the tightness, writhing as he tries to find a more comfortable position, but to no avail. "Mph... S-sorry, let me just..." He rolls on place, twists his shoulders, the sighs. "Well... Maybe it would be better if I...lay on top of you...?"

22:28 < Seaward_Skies> (Enlightening)

22:28 < Seaward_Skies> (I should probably be sleeping an hour ago...)

22:28 < Serilde> (Hehehe I cant give too much away! We can sleep in a post or two though :P)

22:29 < Seaward_Skies> (I know, but we should probably accelerate the posts :B)

22:30 Serilde grimaces and squirms as well as he feels Seaward_Skies press uncomfortably against his wings. Finally he considers the suggestion long and hard. "Fine...I guess..." He says, rolling so that he was laying on his back. "I feel like you owe me more fish after this though."

22:32 Seaward_Skies makes a happier noise than he ought to have in this situation, and rolls on top of the tiercel, his slight weight surprisingly comfortable. He takes a moment to get settled, then murres as he enjoys the comfort of the soft fur and feathers. "I'll be sure to do you some kind of favour tomorrow, catching fish or whatever you want..."

22:36 Serilde hears the stallion make a happy noise and gives a soft growl of displeasure at the pony enjoying this. "You better not get used to sleeping on a griffon, pony." He then settles in, allowing his wings to reach up and curl around the stallion to keep him from falling off in the night. "Ya...you better..." He says, and then closes his eyes. Beneaht the stallion, his chest steadily rises and falls as he tries to get to sleep.

22:39 Seaward_Skies gives another, softer Murray as the wings for a wonderfully warm blanket around him, and only chuckles at the warning. "Hmm, I don't plan to... But I know you guys like this more than you'll admit. Having a poor little pony so dependant on the big, tough griffon~" He yawns, eyes shut and breathing softly as he too seeks out sleep, feeling oddly relaxed despite the terrible day. Perhaps because it's ending now, and he's in a safe, warm, com fortable place~

22:40 < Seaward_Skies> (s/Murray/murr)

22:40 < Seaward_Skies> (stupid autocucumber)

22:40 < Serilde> (Hehehe)

22:42 Serilde gives another loud displeasured growl at the stallion's words and shakes his head. "No...I'd much rather not have nay hanger on like you, but sometimes we cant get what we want." He says sounding frustraited and tired. Soon this pony will find himself sleeping in my crop if he keeps it up the griffon thinks to himself

22:44 Seaward_Skies mumbles something, but it's indistinct as he's already half asleep, his breathing growing even softer, his face a picture of simple, peaceful contentment

22:44 < Seaward_Skies> (you say that ,as if it's a bad thing :p)

22:45 Serilde finally manages to drift off to sleep as the pony finally passes out, his chest slowly rising up and down in his sleep, pony grasped tight in his wings. It would be a strange sight to behold come the morning when light leaks in through the canvas.