(from here)
“Ah, I’m not a very good son. My dad was a good man but I never really knew him – he was always off fighting. Then he left one time and never came back.” Riski rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, with a smile to match. “My mother, though-”
He didn’t finish his thought, the words abandoned as he lunged forward. Properly catching someone who’s falling was never a skill Riski was able to refine, but he was able to drag Destiney around so that when they both hit the ground, she landed on top of him instead. “…You okay?” he asked breathlessly, wincing against the rock prodding him insistently in the kidney. “Might be a good idea to watch the ground around here- it’s kinda uneven.”
She had been expected a hard landing on her butt at the very least. Instead she was granted a much softer landing. Even if it was on top of her newest friend. It took his words a few seconds longer then average to register with her brain as she looked at him. Of course Daisy just hovered nearby with her hands over her mouth, laughing at the both of them.
“By the Twelve! I’m so sorry!” She looked at him with wide eyes before moving to get off of him. She held a hand out to him to help him up since it was her fault he was on the ground to begin with. “I’m fine. Thank you. I’ll try to better watch my step. As nice as a pillow landing you made, I’d hate to hurt you too. You are okay yes? I didn’t hurt you by landing on you?”
“I’m all right,” Riski assured her, accepting the offered hand up to his feet. He brushed himself off and grinned. “You’re not that heavy.” He might end up with a bruise or two, but there were far worse potential outcomes. His clothes are dirty, but they were already that before he went rolling around on the ground.
“I guess I’m just a bad influence,” he commented with a chuckle. “Sorry about that. So are you planning to come all the way to Costa with me, or is Wineport the end of the line?” he asked, changing the subject again. “I wasn’t planning on staying there long before heading home, so I don’t want to leave you stranded or anything.”
A slight sigh of relief as he insisted he was alright. The fall might not have been very fall for much damage but she had still felt a bit bad for it. It had been her carelessness after all. “Ah no you are not a bad influence. You should have seen me the one time at Bronze Lake. Trying to escape a friend an falling on my bottom after hitting a patch of water on the wood planks.”
“Leave me stranded?” She smiles warmly at him before shaking her head. “As if I could be left stranded. I promise you I am more resourceful then that.” Her words were more a tease then serious. “I can come with you to Costa. Besides I’m not that overly fond of Wineport. Well for much beyond the wine that is. I do enjoy a nice glass on occasion. Besides Costa is always a nice place to visit.”
Spirit of the Warlock 