Rory
In many ways, Rory was always kind, always supportive, always wishing for the best for others (unless they mess up his Festival of Lights, then he'll want to gut you)—it wasn't in his nature to exclude others. It wasn't in his nature to want others to fail. So as the girl sighted down the lane for her second—and final—throw, he found himself wishing that she would make it.
He held his breath as she threw the pumpkin. Watched it knock three of the remaining four down. And for a moment, it seemed the fourth would fall as well, but it did not, and Rory didn't know what to do with his held breath.
It had seemed an almost impossible task, one she had tackled with bravado and accuracy, already outdoing Rory. Unfair, even, but Caido was not a fair place; he knew that.
Slowly, in bits and pieces, he released the breath, before taking a new one. Weakly, he smiled at the girl again, wondering if he should challenge Wessex, ask her to change her mind; clearly, the girl was a worthy opponent, for twice she had thrown the gourd with accuracy.
But her regard was one thing he was loathe to lose, and it was not in his nature to.. to what? Disrupt things? Question things? Stand up for anything?
So he licked his lips as Wessex introduced herself and then headed for the fire. Left alone with the girl, Rory gave a helpless shrug, very much feeling like a shitty person for not trying to defend her. "I'm Rory," he finally said, figuring she would be well within her rights to consider him a coward and hate his guts, or something. "And hey, you did good. Better'n me. Don't let Wessex get to you."
However he extracted himself from the situation remained to be seen—or if, indeed, Melita would not take Wessex's hint and stick around—but eventually he gravitated towards the fire. "A little," he admitted when Wessex asked if he was hungry, and he was content to sit in silence, just watching her completely char some of the gourds.
Note to self: don't let Wessex cook if you're ever eating with her. She was not a master chef.
He watched with undisguised interest as she ate the gourd, wondering what she'd make of her practically-charcoal meal.
[ This post is a bit messy xD ]
He held his breath as she threw the pumpkin. Watched it knock three of the remaining four down. And for a moment, it seemed the fourth would fall as well, but it did not, and Rory didn't know what to do with his held breath.
It had seemed an almost impossible task, one she had tackled with bravado and accuracy, already outdoing Rory. Unfair, even, but Caido was not a fair place; he knew that.
Slowly, in bits and pieces, he released the breath, before taking a new one. Weakly, he smiled at the girl again, wondering if he should challenge Wessex, ask her to change her mind; clearly, the girl was a worthy opponent, for twice she had thrown the gourd with accuracy.
But her regard was one thing he was loathe to lose, and it was not in his nature to.. to what? Disrupt things? Question things? Stand up for anything?
So he licked his lips as Wessex introduced herself and then headed for the fire. Left alone with the girl, Rory gave a helpless shrug, very much feeling like a shitty person for not trying to defend her. "I'm Rory," he finally said, figuring she would be well within her rights to consider him a coward and hate his guts, or something. "And hey, you did good. Better'n me. Don't let Wessex get to you."
However he extracted himself from the situation remained to be seen—or if, indeed, Melita would not take Wessex's hint and stick around—but eventually he gravitated towards the fire. "A little," he admitted when Wessex asked if he was hungry, and he was content to sit in silence, just watching her completely char some of the gourds.
Note to self: don't let Wessex cook if you're ever eating with her. She was not a master chef.
He watched with undisguised interest as she ate the gourd, wondering what she'd make of her practically-charcoal meal.
[ This post is a bit messy xD ]
