IC: Boar Hunting

[maleborgia]

*Camp's a farm, right? And you know what farms have? Pigs.

The ones in Camp are a little... different from the cute, not-by-the-hair-on-my-chinney-chin-chin ones some of you might be more familiar with, however...

One way or another, it's clearly the time for a boar hunt. Clearly. And somewhere away from the center of Camp are two people on horses looking to do just that.*

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[maleborgia]

*short laugh* Well, I cannot have been the first man to express in front of him a desire to get to know you better.

[hawkwardmoment]

[laughs] No, you aren't. Just as I'm sure that he isn't the first whose competitive instincts you've sparked.

[maleborgia]

Hardly.

*keeping an eye out for the others by now*

[hawkwardmoment]

[there's certainly a lot of rustling in the bushes up ahead, huh?]

What about Shaun?

[maleborgia]

*somewhat distracted by that!*

What about Shaun?

[hawkwardmoment]

How did the two of you become acquainted?

[maleborgia]

Oh. I met him upon his arrival in Camp. We're not from the same year.

[hawkwardmoment]

That... doesn't mean that you're implying that you're his ancestor, does it?

[maleborgia]

*can't help it, surprised laugh at that*

Dear Lord. No, I hope not.

[hawkwardmoment]

It can't be that bad to have him as a descendant, can it? He seems like a nice scholarly person.

[maleborgia]

Yes, that is true.

Regardless, there is no relation. Although we are from the same continent, we hail from different ends of it.

[hawkwardmoment]

I see!

I guess in a way that's good. You wouldn't be tempted to "cheat" fate and ask about your future that way.

[maleborgia]

That is true, although even were he my progeny, enough years have elapsed between our times that it would only serve to tell me one thing.

[hawkwardmoment]

Just one? I would've thought that there would be at least two. One morbid thing, and one happy thing.

[maleborgia]

Only one that I would need confirmed. I am not certain how things work where you are from, but in my world man's lifespan is a matter of mere decades at most.