[ one of the best parts of cadens, sam finds, is that there is very little time to slow down. it reminds him of dc, back home. or his time spent in new york. with so many people and so many lives happening around him, he can let himself simply get swept up by it - by the pace, by the need to get things done. there are still things worrying him, yes. frayed edges that have not yet been smoothed out. people, he's still looking to account for. but he can only let that dictate his focus for so long when he also needs to secure rooms for himself and the others. when he's still talking to the prime minister, and her people. when there is food to get and jobs to be done to get that food and then, without really noticing it, days have gone by.
it's a way of life - the kind that sam doesn't mind, really. he likes keeping busy and he likes there being things to do with his hands and if it means that he turns around and suddenly hasn't had a moment to himself in days, well. why would that be a bad thing?
today, that had sort of been the plan. he'd helped who he is currently referring to as his land lady with fixing her roof, had run an errand or two around town. somehow, he had a couple of hours to kill before he needed to be back for dinner, and sam found himself in a tavern on his way back to where they'd set up. he is struck, again, by the feeling of being on a movie set, or maybe just at a freaking ren faire, but ordering an ale is ordering an ale, no matter where you do it, and sam is thankful for that.
it's after he gets his own drink that he notices ciri a bit of the ways down, sitting by herself. their only previous interaction had been brief, barely an exchange of names, and sam had been meaning to find her. just to chat, just to get to know her, considering his fondness for the girl geralt brought to play with his nephews is nowhere near the woman he has seen. he figures he owes her the respect of introductions, of getting to know her, and so he walks over. offers a friendly, easy smile. ]
Hey. This seat taken? [ and then, because so much has happened since then, sam offers a quick- ] I'm Sam. We met back at the castle, super briefly, but it's nice to make introductions not between bars.
lay of the land (a) / wildcard???? ish
it's a way of life - the kind that sam doesn't mind, really. he likes keeping busy and he likes there being things to do with his hands and if it means that he turns around and suddenly hasn't had a moment to himself in days, well. why would that be a bad thing?
today, that had sort of been the plan. he'd helped who he is currently referring to as his land lady with fixing her roof, had run an errand or two around town. somehow, he had a couple of hours to kill before he needed to be back for dinner, and sam found himself in a tavern on his way back to where they'd set up. he is struck, again, by the feeling of being on a movie set, or maybe just at a freaking ren faire, but ordering an ale is ordering an ale, no matter where you do it, and sam is thankful for that.
it's after he gets his own drink that he notices ciri a bit of the ways down, sitting by herself. their only previous interaction had been brief, barely an exchange of names, and sam had been meaning to find her. just to chat, just to get to know her, considering his fondness for the girl geralt brought to play with his nephews is nowhere near the woman he has seen. he figures he owes her the respect of introductions, of getting to know her, and so he walks over. offers a friendly, easy smile. ]
Hey. This seat taken? [ and then, because so much has happened since then, sam offers a quick- ] I'm Sam. We met back at the castle, super briefly, but it's nice to make introductions not between bars.