☠ Emmett Warde II ☠
"If this lad don’ learn his place soon, I’ll knock his teeth down his fookin’ throat." After a week in the desert, the rationing of water, and the blistering heat, the last thing that gets on her nerves is Emmett Warde II. The boy, as that is what he is in her eyes, a mere boy, is hot-headed just like her, and the two often spend the evening around the campfires bickering, mostly threats from Grace. She reckons the boy needs a good ass-whuppin’ to put him in his place, and if he keeps pushing her buttons, she’ll damned well do it. Not to mention, she’s seen the way he stares at Floure, why doesn’t he kiss her already?! It’s driving her mad, be it lust or love, he needs to make a move. And another thing… whatever he’s doing, sneaking away from camp in the middle of the night, is likely to get him killed. Does he have a weak bladder? Is he on some ancient/foreign drug she’s never heard of? Whatever it is, if his habits don’t change, she’ll find out for herself one way or another.
◑ Othen Perelyn ◑
"Why is he so tall? And what do the tattoos on his face mean? He’s like a giant teddy bear with a wide streak of masculinity coursin’ through his veins." Grace doesn’t mind Othen at all, then again, she doesn’t know him that well really. Sure, she’s had small chit-chat with him, where is he from, what did he do before the quest, and so on. What really puzzles her is his sheer height, truly. Standing at 6’9, the man is simply intimidating, not to her, but she knows he must be to others. In fact, she hasn’t had the chance yet to attempt one of his challenges, as Emmett jumps at any given chance. Another thing that she wonders, is what the tattoos on his face mean, or at least mean to him.
◑ Rook Warde ◑
"This bloke ain’t so bad, seems to know what the fook he’s talkin’ about at least." Were it not for Rook, and his knowledge of the Badlands, Grace is certain that they would be headed in the wrong direction, wherever that may be. Rook and her often discuss the markings on the map, and the landmarks depicted. To her, he reminds her of her father in a way, not that she looks up at him like a father figure so to speak, but she sees the way he talks to Emmett, and therein, she sees a man with great love for his nephew. It was odd indeed, how Rook found Grace, as she had come to the edge of the Badlands already, in Red Rock, and had purchased herself a room in one of the nicer inns in the dusty settlement. Her reason for going to Red Rock in the first place, was she caught wind of a man named Rook Warde, that had extensive knowledge about the Whispering Badlands, and particularly, he had expressed profound interest in the map she found. A brief exchange of letters later, and she found herself in the sweltering heat of Red Rock, and found the giant of a man, 6'9 as well, just like Othen. What was it with these towering men? Were their parents Giants of some sort?
☺Floure Camlo☺
"What’s she mean, she knows what I need in mah life?" The first night into their travels in the Badlands, when they were all gathered around the campfire, Grace quietly pulled Floure aside, and asked her for a reading. The young girl could only smile knowingly at her as she whispered in her ear,
”I know what you need in your life.”, she proceeded to tell her that Grace needed to let go of her fears, and accept come what may. In her eyes, the young girl is favoured in Emmett’s eyes, and why wouldn’t she be? After all, they must be close in age, no doubt a year or two apart. If anything, her patience with Grace, and her calm attitude is like a drink of cool water under the blistering sun of the desert. She'll see to it nothing happens to her, after all, she may know of a sleeping tonic for her.
Grace O'Faolain
"I best make a name for myself while I can still move, one of these days, which I pray tell, never comes, I might just be a withering old soul who can’t move away from her fire." Internally, Grace has many ongoing battles, since the reunion of Cillian, the man she met all those years ago on the moors, with his stranded sheep from Glacier Hill, to the day she left him without an answer, she beats herself up over the guilt as to why she never gave him an answer. Part of her expected him to be there when she returned… yet, he disappeared after her year away at sea, how can she blame him? More so, her drinking often provokes deep, unsettling bouts of rage, perhaps it is best that her horse is dead, as she’s had to drink the rest of her meade that she brought with her. Not only does this plague her, she is worried, that they won’t survive the quest, and that all will be for naught, that her bones will be bleaching in these accursed desert sands for the years to come.
♥ Cillian O’Houlihan ♥
"Cillian…he’s certainly changed, but I still see my Cillian in those eyes o’ his. Still handsome at that. But…I wonder, does he hate me for what I did to ‘im? Why couldn’t I just tell him that I was sailin’ away with Pa?" Cillian O’Houlihan. The man that stole her heart. Her only love. After all these years, a decade to be exact, she’s finally found him. But what was he doing all the way at Red Rock? It’s like turning the page of a well-read book for Grace, she knows so much about him, yet during their time away from each other, she feels that he has become a new man, a different man. By the scars on his knuckles, and the way he dresses with such finery, Grace truly wonders what happened to him during their time apart. There is nothing more that she wants, than to be swept away in his arms, lost in his embrace, to hear the beating of his heart in her ear, to kiss him again, like the one they shared so many years ago on the shoreline of the cave, weeks before he proposed to her. She’s worried that he holds some sort of grudge against her, perhaps even angry at her for leaving so abruptly. Besides that, Grace still holds the same feelings for him, like she has since the day she met him. The question now is, will she ever work up the courage to tell him? Or will she run away again?
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