EXPEDITION: DEPARTURE

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[ To Terre Haute we go! Hope you've packed your things, travelers, because it's going to be a long trek there. Feel free to mingle about in the lobby with everyone else waiting to get going, or grab a bite to eat! After all, it might be awhile before you see fresh food again … ]

[ooc: LOBBY | KITCHEN | OUTSIDE ! Feel free to add your own sections!]

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[peacockherald]

Every hound needs to go out on a hunt. It is in their nature, is it not, boy?

_{[ He grinned, rubbing his shoulders and neck. He missed the hounds, at times, the same as he missed the horses. He had grown up with those things, good memories of his childhood. ]}

[workaphilic]

[Gladstone just continues panting eagerly, looking back and forth between them.]

His first, incidentally. I can sympathize for the need for something novel. Makes this as well timed as any.

[peacockherald]

True enough. He could be useful if we need to track down fresher food on the journey. Hounds are always useful on a hunt.

[workaphilic]

I assume that's why the castle thought he'd be an appropriate gift. Less for the hunting, more for the tracking.

[peacockherald]

An important part of the hunt in and of itself. Though I doubt you are one for the kill, are you?

_{[ He worked down to rub the dog's sides, grinning and enjoying himself. It had been a long time since he had been around a hound, when he thought about it, and he rather missed it. The dogs and the horses had really been the only things at home not to judge him - well, them and his sister. ]}

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock watches. He doesn't neglect Gladstone, not in any sense, but John always thought of the mindless affection first. The dog's clearly basking in it.]

Works in my benefit, honestly. Keeps him from getting any more distracted than he's prone to already.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He laughed. ]}

I am sure he will shape up when he is put to proper work.

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock looks down at him.]

He'd better.

[Gladstone continues to look deliriously happy.]

[peacockherald]

_{[ He rose back up from his kneeling position and chuckled. ]}

Have some faith in your hound, Sherlock. I am sure he is up to the task, and if not it will be a good teaching run for him.

[workaphilic]

The point is to teach him. I'm not going to have faith in him for something he's never done before.

[peacockherald]

You have enough faith to bother teaching him. 

[workaphilic]

It's easy to have faith in a dog to try, that doesn't mean he's guaranteed to be any good at it.

[peacockherald]

No, there is not, but doesn't teaching him on some level mean you have faith he can? 

[workaphilic]

It means I have faith in myself to teach.

[peacockherald]

I feel like this is a re-hash of our last conversation.

_{[ He shook his head. How lonely were you, Sherlock, how scared of others, that you couldn't even have faith in a dog? Always yourself? Or was it selfishness? You're a hard man to read. ]}

[workaphilic]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Think what you want. I don't expect my dog to go above and beyond, I expect him to do exactly what he's been trained to do. Anything more would be unreasonable.

[peacockherald]

As you say, Sherlock.

_{[ Arguing with you was sometimes not worth it, no matter how cynical he found you. ]}