Questioning, an offering of additional names of the hunters and warriors of the clan, were quick to rise upon the stubborn First’s tongue when the Keeper chose to assign the one known as Eirik to accompany the young mage on a rather boring matter of searching for ancients or their ruins. Disapproval was evident in the way features contorted and it coiled about that molten gaze which had set into a mother. Names, a pointed motion towards them, had offered rebuttal as they were individuals Rak`han would have preferred to play this tag along – though the reason behind it was one kept under tongue. Yet such words were turned away as negotiation was not an option in this case and should the brash creature called a son ever come to step up, to fill the role of Keeper, he needed the acceptance he was not exhibiting now.
However, such things as acceptance and understanding were lacking upon an aggravated tongue even as attention had briefly shifted towards the no eared elven boy. A creature they adopted into the clan not that many years ago, a runaway and annoyance from the start. An obsession for answers and an unwillingness from the mage himself to work into the younger male’s wants had turned words sour as ire fell upon each breath. What exactly had been the last straw had long since been forgotten, something petty, but a being with a temper never needed much a reason to hold a grudge. It lead to childish avoidance and indirectly speaking with one another when they were forced into the others presence.
Such feelings had quelled themselves over the years and each of them, at least it seemed, had grown up at least a bit since then. The last year had gone smoothly enough though it still did not mean Eirik was Rak`han’s first choice when it came to stealing time away, even if it be on this mission. Though such a juvenile thought was suppressed by the time that golden gaze had returned to look upon the one chosen by the Keeper. Acceptance at long last in those judging eyes though it did not come to rise upon the First’s tongue as steps guided him to the other’s side and then past it with a stilled note, “Let’s go.”
Rak`han held no direction in the way he moved through the Graves for only so much was known about potential locations of these ruins Vana had wished to be found. They needed to move south, skirt around the territory of giants, and follow the rivers to the overhangs of the cliffs until they gave away to the weathered stone beneath. It was there the earth would split and it was there they must sink into the shadowed hold of the terrain, slip down into the ground where it gave to itself below the surface. The entrance hidden in the foliage but all it needed was to be pushed aside to expose the dip into the beyond of what had been claimed from the tongues of others to be ruins.
The declaration was no fib though the type of ruins it had given away to seemed to hold little importance to what the clan had surely sent the pair off to find. Nearly everything within had collapsed upon itself and what had once been written on the walls faded into dull tones were waters sept through the earth above. Fingers came to trace the surface before eyes twisted to set against the other elf with a curiosity, watching as hands dug into the rubble in an attempt to find something of value. Though all that was upturned was the crumbling hints of an ancient life, pointless.
Sight displaced itself from upon the fair freckled skin of the other as steps let the First abandon the hunter in a desire to move deeper into the cave. Eyes glimmered in the faded light, cutting through the shadows as if they did not exist even when a ceiling cracked and allowed the sunlight to spill upon the floor. Disappointment was evident in the way Rak`han’s features pulled against one another into a tight lipped expression. These ruins were supposed to be something and yet all that had been found still standing, thus far, was another statue that already littered the surface world of the Graves. Arms crossed against the elf’s bare chest and remained there even as Eirik found himself walking through the tunnel.
“Oh, look what you found Ra.”
Words bit at the mage’s spine as ears tilted back and a brow furrowed before that honeyed gaze was twisted against the hunter who had spoken. Lips pulled into a snarky grin though it read more like a scowl that twisted upon the edges of lingering disgust. Yet amusement danced behind that cutting look and rose upon each lyric that pulled against the First’s tongue, “Perhaps she likes wolf statues more than you and I, if we are lucky it will blow her mind.” Anything like this seemed to garner some interest from the woman as if it were a sign they were getting closer to discovery though a repeat of constructions found no place in the heart of the Keeper’s son.
“Do not worry, Eirik, even if you find nothing we can always lie. Play you up, make you sound better than you are at this whole scavenging the ruins thing.” Arms found themselves unfolding from against the mage’s chest as bare feet moved against the dirt and stone to stand a little closer to the other Dalish. Eyes fixated on the way the light cast a halo about the other’s form though they settled upon the brilliance of narrowed blue pools. “If you are lucky maybe there is still things to be found beyond the wolf.” Hands rose to find themselves against the excessive bits of cloth that clung to the hunter’s form, tugging at it and adjusting the way it sat upon the male’s shoulders before that touch gravitated into the plum that danced upon the right side. “Unless you are content to dig around in the dirt like a dog searching for a lost meal.”