(Glimpses of moments Priya has had with different characters. Thank you to all those lovely players whose characters are in any way involved in her life.)
A regular day at the Kennel...
Priya: I will try to sleep a little. Let’s hope they don’t burn down the house meanwhile.
Seia: Where are you going?
Priya: Somewhere where there is less unnecessary violence. Which direction would you suggest? [She points slightly to her right] There? [She points slightly to her left] Or maybe there?
Seia: We could go to…
Priya: No. You are not coming. Unnecessary violence follows you everywhere like … something that follows something … very keenly.
Priya returns to a room where Rhyva lies on a bed somewhat battered. She is carrying Rhyva’s bloody sword, which she had pried back from Magpie who had stolen it after a spar between Oldur and Rhyva. She returns the sword at Rhyva's side.
Toddir: I hope you didn’t kill him [Magpie]! We’d need to find a new village idiot.
Priya: I’m sure there’s a line of volunteers awaiting to claim that title. Unfortunately my job seems to be keeping him alive instead of killing him. It’s a curse…one could say.
Toddir: Why, I never thought a woman would take a fancy in Mister Martie. I am impressed.
Priya [While smiling angrily at Toddir]: I have not taken a fancy in him.
Toddir: Oh fear not. I only observe rumours, not start them. I shall be eager to see how things turn out.
Priya: What rumours?! I have attempted to keep him alive, as I do not like to witness death…even if it’d be a death of an idiot.
Rhyva [From the side]: You are cute together.
Toddir: Careful now, we don’t want to break poor Martie’s heart.
Priya: I’m starting to think you could replace him as a new village idiot, in case he’d happen to die. And Rhyva..I think you should rest.
Toddir: You flatter me Miss. Even if I am only your second choice.
Priya: Are you sure you didn’t hit your head as well? You seem to mistake an insult for a flatter.
Rhyva: I can not sleep.
Priya [To Rhyva] : By resting I meant stay silent.
Rhyva: I do not want to.
Toddir: I always read between the lines of a woman’s words.
Priya: Perhaps you should stop doing it. It’s not working out that well for you.
Rhyva tries to get up from the bed after repeatedly asking for someone to fetch her almonds.
Rhyva: I will get my own almonds…
Priya [to Rhyva while gesturing at Toddir]: It’s not my fault if you hire idiots like him, who can not even find almonds when things get dire.
Rhyva: I did not hire him.
Priya: That explains a lot.
Toddir: I will go see about these..almonds. A fair eve to your Miss Rhyva and Miss….?
Priya: ….’Read my name between the lines’.
Eckther: Wha’s tha’bout..?
Priya: He is just impossible. I’m done with trying to keep him safe. If he wants to die…then I guess it’s his right to … want that! But I hate him for it! If he dies…I will…I will...kick his corpse!
Priya [While crying in a state of shock]: He said you were dead.
Seia: Of course I am not dead. If I were going to die, I think I would have told you.
She slaps him on the cheek.
Priya: Don’t ever lie to me again!
Seia: [Smiles, even after being slapped]: I did not lie. When did I lie?
Priya: So where is that ’new fruitful drink’ for which you said you came here for? Does it come in a form of an eye-patched man who tells you your loved one is dead?! Because if it does, I had it…And it was not as good as they advertised!
Priya [Huddled in a blanket]: I hate this cold.
Seia: I am going to hate it more if you do not share that blanket.
Priya[Blinks innocently]: But it’s mine.
Seia [Shakes his head]: The way you treat me sometimes. I am going to freeze to death.
Priya [Snorts]: The way I treat you?
Seia: …Greedily claiming all the blankets for yourself. Next you will be denying me food.
Priya: I would never do that. I would fear to see you grumpy of hunger.
Seia: ...Like the Mûmakil on a warpath.
Priya: I sometimes wonder how did we actually manage to end up together.
Seia: Because I am so handsome and charming, of course.
Priya: Yes. It must be that. I'm quite sure it was not the impulsive knife waving and bragging about having stabbed people.
Seia: I do not brag.
