Dorothy MacBean

[antaressnipe]

Honestly the Holy Grail War was an easier battle.

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W0 || Monday

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron is more than aware that shenanigans are underfoot, and for some strange reason the town has been struck with an increased sense of... affection for one another? Having not asked their guides for the reason, he can only speculate that the Realm is glitching or this is meant to increase their affinity for one another.

... But be that as it may, he's not really in the mood to play around with other's affections when he's still feeling out who accepts him and who doesn't. So he decides to make himself scarce and retreats to the forest, accompanied by his bow, his tools, and a third basket he's currently weaving out of tree bark.

Yes, he knows it's only a matter of time before someone finds him, but. Points for effort and all.]

[misstrust]

[ He sure did try.

And Dorothy, to her credit, isn't actually looking for anyone when she wanders into the forest. But one eyebrow does lift when she spots him, pausing mid-hum to take in the sight. ]

Feeling productive, I see.

[antaressnipe]

[... This could potentially go poorly.

But he's nothing if not impeccable in his politeness, and greets her with a smile and a nod, pausing in his work]

Good afternoon, Miss Dorothy.

And yes, I prefer these to whatever containers might be in the town shop.

[Old school centaur]

[misstrust]

[ Wow, he has no faith in her (and rightfully so). ]

Whatever makes you happy. I can't deny that it's probably the more frugal option.

[ Well, or the one that doesn't involve stealing. ]

Week 1, Thursday

[misstrust]

[ Oh no, Chiron!!

Here comes Dorothy, and though she's pausing at the sight of him shirtless, the bandages go a long way in making her behave. ]

... Such a magnificent sight and I can't even properly appreciate it.

[ ... Mostly behave. ]

[antaressnipe]

[DOROTHY PLEASE, HE'S CONCUSSED]

I-- you are welcome?

[Note to self: mend his shirt faster]

[misstrust]

[ IT'S FINE ]

... How are you feeling? [ And she goes from sassy to sober in a second. ]

[antaressnipe]

[Thank the gods, he can deal with this part]

... Somewhat sore, if I am to be honest.

[he says, bandaged to hell and back.]

But I have suffered far worse, and I will heal in due time.

Week 2, Sunday

[misstrust]

[ Well. What a delightful weekend it's been-- said no one ever, Dorothy especially.

But she's here, still looking a little tired, but much improved from yesterday. When she spots Chiron in the courtyard, she pauses for once-- and then sighs to herself and makes her way over there. ]

I never got the opportunity to thank you for your care yesterday.

[antaressnipe]

[He had seen her approach him from the corner of his eyes, but he waits until she speaks before putting down his lyre, glancing at her with a faint smile]

You needn't thank me. I think I've become somewhat of the Realm's doctor here -- it was as much duty as it was fondness that drove me to help you.

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy tilts her head, a glint entering her eye. ]

Oh, so you are fond of me.

[antaressnipe]

I never denied such a thing.

[Smiling at her with amused honesty]

Week 3, Monday

[misstrust]

[ Well, there's obviously a lot to see here and Dorothy is taking her sweet time-- oh but there's a familiar handsome face and horse heinie. ]

I was wondering how you might feel if they had horses in the petting area, but it seems to be smaller animals.

[antaressnipe]

I actually raised horses during my time.

[Glancing over at her -- or, well, his eyes are closed, but he still cants his head in greeting]

[misstrust]

... Did you? That didn't feel strange at all?

[antaressnipe]

Not at all. I'm not a horse.

[CENTAUR!! C E N T A U R!!]

W3 || Thursday

[antaressnipe]

[Binch where you at.

-- Okay no, Chiron is more polite than his uncouth player but he is still on the lookout for her ... except he is blind so it's more likely he tracks down her location based off where he's been told she's been resting.]

Miss Dorothy? [Even sightless, his gaze will still gravitate in her direction if he hears any sort of breathing]

Has your leg been set?

[misstrust]

[ He'll hear no breathing because Dorothy died of shock and blood loss oh no--

No, just kidding. She's fine. Well, she's not fine, but she's breathing and resting and conscious. ]

Very diligently. My shoulder... as well.

[antaressnipe]

... Good. Then the worst has passed for you.

[The broken leg is the type of injury that will stay with her a while unless there's another healing glock on the market, but at least she is stable]

I would still check the state of your wounds to ensure you do not need further care.

Week 3, Saturday

[misstrust]

[ Look.

She needs to find him and no amount of blindness or a broken leg will stop her. Crutches will save the day!!

... Which is to say she's probably had very few successes but finally she makes it to the forest and-- ]

Archer! Archeeeer!

[antaressnipe]

... Yes, Miss Dorothy?

[The fact that this worked and she doesn't even have to wait long before he trots up to her]

[misstrust]

Oh-- there you are.

[ Yes. She kind of just stops where she is. ]

I'd like to talk about-- well, I'm certain you know. But if you'd rather not, I can instead talk about how surely attractive you are.

W5 || Sunday

[antaressnipe]

[Everyone is still sick but Jeanne is alive so guess who is deeply relieved by this?

... Well, everyone, but Chiron is certainly smiling more than normally as he goes to check in on Dorothy]

I wanted to check in on how you are doing, Dorothy.

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy is just.

Heavily slumped on her crutches and breathing hard, it's fine. ]

... Splendid.

[ It's said in a rather hoarse voice. ]

[antaressnipe]

Is that so? I see.

[This is terrible, he should not be so close to laughing]

Though please, I ask of you not to overexert yourself... many would be upset.