AN: A quick drabble featuring Taji’s character Gridlesser and my newest addition to the crew, my norn Corvo. Yep, another character named after a character I already own but I don’t care because his bloodline follows the spirit of the crow so he transforms into a Crow dude xD screw proper names for things, I’m tired but I really wanted to write something so yay! I have a fighting drabble being written but I wanted to make sure the fight scene was detailed so I’m not sure if I will have that one done today or tomorrow. 😛
The norn woman boasted into the tavern with a hearty grin, her fern hound close at her heels as she marched towards the bar where she caught sight of the familiar back of a dear friend. She could tell from the sporatic emptied mugs atop the counter before him that Corvo had started the party long before she arrived. Truth be told, it wasn’t that surprising, he was the type to guzzle down liquor without remorse and still be right as rain as he plunged further into the icy hills of their homeland. Still, it would have been a little considerate to wait for her to arrive so that they could chug down the delicious brew together and chant along for days on end.
Gridlesser hummed aloud as she slapped a hand upon the waiting man’s shoulder, the norn man not even flinching at her touch as his crow floated down from the rafters to greet the newcomers. “You save any of me or you cleaning out the house, my friend?”
“I’m a gentleman, of course I spared some for you,” Corvo muttered in his usually even tone, his gaze out of the corner of his eye focused on his friend as she took up a seat in the stool beside him. She raised a hand to gently pet the crow, the charming beast cawing at her caring touch. “You spoil Poe every time we meet like this, you know that?”
“Oh shut it already, I can already see you slipping meat to my hound there,” she sneered with a mock pout as she gestured to her fern hound happily panting beside the man’s stool and catching the flakes of meat slipped down from his satchel. With a wave for a mug of her own to the bartender, she leaned upon the counter and grinned as she watched Corvo sink with embarrassment in his seat. “I’m glad we could keep our monthly meetings like this. I know how busy you’ve become. What with your work with the shamans and what not. How was your last mission?”
“Cold,” the man retorted simply as the bartender slipped them both fresh mugs, his eyes following the fleeing man before he dared to add anything else to the conversation. “I worked with a friend of yours, Eir Stegalkin and her wolf Garm. She’s quite the force if I do say so myself.”
Gridlesser perked up at the mention of her friend, a member of Destiny’s Edge or the former group anyway. “She’s quite the woman and clearly a force to be reckoned with. I can only assume that with the two of you together, the mission was handled with success?”
“I suppose so. We got what we needed and found out what information we could. She’s truly a worthy ally in the great hunt,” he added before throwing back another mug, raising it up to gesture his need for a refill. “I can’t go into any details here though. Perhaps at a different time and a different place. For now, let’s talk of other things.”
Another pout graced the woman’s lips, “you were always the spoil sport, you know that.”
He simply rolled his eyes in response before carrying on with the conversation. “I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with an interesting crowd. You’ve certainly gained a following of many types.”
“An interesting crowd you say?” Gridlesser repeated as she thought a moment, her eyes suddenly growing wide as her grin returned at full force. “Aha, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me?”
Corvo frowned at the question, the bartender quickly refilling their mugs before departing to tend to other matters on the other side of the bar. Once they were alone again, he continued, “it’s hard not to hear about your exploits. You’re everywhere drawing attention to yourself. You and that little band of characters you’ve got following you. I hear you’ve got a few humans in your wake as well as some sylvarians. And let’s not forget the asura and charr. You’re really branching out and it’s getting noticed by others.”
The norn woman’s nose crinkled at his tone. She didn’t like the accusing nature of his little speech and she would have been out of character not to straighten it out right then and there. She swiftly punched her friend in the shoulder before leaning in close to keep their words harsh whispers between them. “I’m doing what I must to take on the challenges presented and honestly it doesn’t hurt to make a few friends along the way to help you out when needed. I know you’ve never been a fan of those not linked with our kind or the spirits of the wild due to past experiences that I know have scarred you but that doesn’t mean you can judge me for what I’ve been up to. Yes, I’ve made friends with humans, charrs, asura and sylvarians. Yes, I’ve teamed up with them and you know what, I’ve never been better. So don’t you dare scoff at me for my decisions. They aren’t yours to judge.”
Corvo was silent after her speech and she immediately noticed the slump of his shoulders as he hid his face from the woman. He knew he had acted out of turn and he was too prideful to admit it, the man clearly hurt at the mention of his past as he slurped down another mug of brew. Gridlesser bit her lip at the sight and leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for him to make the next move. That was the only way to handle the situation, he had to be the one to speak next or else he would remained bottled up the rest of the evening. And considering they only got to meet nowadays on a monthly basis, it was best to talk it out then instead of letting it boil over for that length of time.
Gridlesser and Corvo had know each other since their days as infants, the two of them often getting one-another into trouble and admiring the heroes that marched off with the spirits of the wilds at their sides. Both of them always knew they would be part of those heroes of legend and even though their styles were different they wanted to work together to accomplish their goals. In those days, Corvo was much more open with everything that was around them, as well as more open to the races beyond the norns.
Corvo had put trust into a human once, a warrior who’s sword rang out loud over the hills as he marched on to protect his homeland and his people. His name was Bellamy Jones and he was the closest Corvo ever came to having a human friend. However, the human warrior had a flaw in regards to his new friend. Should his new friend stand in the way of his need to protect his homeland, Bellamy wouldn’t hesitate to slice him down.
And one day that fated moment happened. Corvo had aligned himself with a group of bandits who had threatened the Seraph and human allies of the warrior. Bellamy saw the group as enemies. Corvo saw them as allies. And when the crowborn dared to stand up against his friend, he felt the cold rip of a blade mark his chest. Blood spilled out of the wound and Bellamy departed after enacting his justice upon the bandits, leaving the norn to bleed there upon the snow. If not for Gridlesser finding him there and bringing him to safety, he would not have lived.
Left with a scar both physically and mentally on his person, Corvo had grown distant from many and closed himself off to those he deemed unworthy at first glance. In fact, he probably would have refused to align with Eir if not for the mission required them to work together. All his trust was with his few friends he’d kept close in his life and his trusted crow Poe. And Gridlesser was lucky enough to remain at the highest peak in regards to his trust, the woman making sure she never did anything to truly wrong him or make him believe otherwise.
“Grid,” Corvo suddenly whispered, the addressed peeking over at him with a nod. “I didn’t mean to judge you in any way.”
“I know you didn’t,” she muttered with a sigh. “Don’t worry, I forgive you. Now let’s get back to drinking already. After all, this is the one time a month I truly get to splurge on more ale than usual. I want to keep the party going.”
The man didn’t object as the two of them continued to chug down their brew, the bartender tending to their emptied mugs often as they continued long into the night. Gridlesser had even become a bit sloshed when her friend managed to ask, “what are they like?”
The woman raised a brow and tried to keep her words from slurring as she spoke. “What are who like?”
“Your allies. What are they like?” He added with a huff, rolling his eyes at her struggling speech. “The humans, the sylvarians, the-.”
“Mayynerd is a human I met and joined up with. We work together on missions. He’s a sweetheart but a bit reckless with money. He’s also still got a lot to learn when it comes to being a guardian,” Gridlesser hummed aloud as she recalled her friends running about on missions. She wondered how they were fairing without her for the short time she was away from them. “I met Bellammere while I made my trip to the Grove to find myself this fern hound of mine. She’s quite the character. She’s so innocent and full of wonder, she reminds me of a child stepping out into the world for the first time. And yet even with that innocence of hers, Bell is quite a powerful elementalist. She tags along with a knight of her people named Tiachren. And then there’s Korin and Quinn, those humans are quite the pair. Then there’s-.”
“You must really like them,” Corvo interrupted with a sigh, the man glancing over at his friend with a sincere expression. “You dote on them as if they were your children.”
The woman chuckled at such words as she grinned. “Heh, half the time they make me feel like they’re my children. They’re all a bunch of brats at times but I can’t help but care about them.” She then winked over at her friend, their mugs refilled once more as she raised her mug for a toast. “Perhaps you’d like to meet them someday soon?”
“I doubt that would be a good idea,” the man said as he studied the raised glass with interest. “They probably wouldn’t like me very much.”
“Not true! Bell would totally flock to you! She would follow you like a little lost duckling. She’ll also make you kneel down to be level with her as you speak with her since she has a thing about looking into the eyes of those she’s speaking to. She’s so adorable, I can’t even,” Gridlesser mused with a giggle, her glass never faltering as she awaited her friend to join her in a toast. “And May would try and act all tough and fail miserably when around you but you two would definitely get along. And Korin would totally try to play pranks on you but that’s just how she shows her affection really. Hard to believe right? And then-.”
“Again, they really sound like your children. Enough already, I get it,” the crowborn interrupted as he raised his glass to be level with hers. He managed a grin, the first of the evening, as he continued. “What are we drinking to?”
The woman answered, “to the future and the end of the dragon’s reign?”
“I’ll drink to that,” Corvo nodded as they both toasted and drowned the evening with their drinks and sporatic conversations. All the while, the hound and Poe both watched their links with amusement.