Pozou Artith
Mentions: BriiAngelic (Helena), The Regal Rper (Vaal), OrWangatan (Pelea), RedLeftHand36 (Erik), Anne Boolean (Kiel)| Interactions: Taigakitt (Yo)
Mentions: BriiAngelic (Helena), The Regal Rper (Vaal), OrWangatan (Pelea), RedLeftHand36 (Erik), Anne Boolean (Kiel)| Interactions: Taigakitt (Yo)
Pozou figured he should have been back on boad The Remourseful Remedy, for he returned to tossing amongst the grass and nodding off whilst riding or perhaps even flying during the day. Any snapping of branches and dark eyes were wide and scanning the surrounding area. His nerves, once again and much more than usual, were suffering after their pursual by the Inquisition, and especially after his own sister get knocked out of the sky. Pozou's wings were trembling once he got back to the gate, after watching Helena practically drag Vaaltari there. Of course, it didn't help that she too collapsed, leaving Pozou to try and explain what happened, all the while feeling he was seeing black spots dotting around him.
The situation was dire, though, what with casualties abound. A few quick breaths, and he aided where necessary. Pirate life forced that in him, and unfortunately his work was just getting started. One sleepless night with watching Vaaltari, others due to the seed of paranoia sprouting within him, and other hours of the day spent crafting what balms and remedies he could on the road. Hence, when they arrived at the Ivory Forest, despite its such beauty, having somewhere to settle and rest his head was a much welcomed gesture.
Though, there proved a problem. He wanted to keep his sister close by, though, Pelea, with her natural curiosity, wanted to explore ruins deep inside the forest. As much as the prospect of exploring ruins full of knowledge and undiscovered culture would have thrilled Pozou, the Quetzacoatl hadn't the energy, fatigue having finally caught up to him and laying its heavy hand upon his head. He had tried to negotiate with Pelea, who wouldn't budge, until it turned into a series of frustrated, high winged gestures, a protest to her even going in the first instance where he couldn't watch her. Though, Vaaltari, who like everyone else had suffered the squaking of the two, offered to keep an eye on his sister whilst exploring the ruins. He would have insisted that he had no need to, but Pozou relented. Two things he owed him now, but he would make that up to him in good time.
So, now, he sat, with Kiel, Erik and Yo around the campfire, each minding their own business. To sit with them hadn't bothered him in the slightest; company at such a precarious time helped to ease him somewhat as he organised his balms and the ingredients he had purchased at the market. Well, and immediately wasted one of the balms by using it on himself. His wings had grown achey again, something he put down to the physical and mental exertion when it came to flying. Nothing a balm wouldn't have helped. He supposed a drink could have eased any woes too, though, he passed on that, feeling he hadn't the stomach for it.
Pozou couldn't help but let his eyes wander to Kiel, and he watched him take a swig of the bottle being passed around before passing it back. He knew his leg had been damaged during the whole situation at Whalesport, and he couldn't help but notice, understandably, he had been down the entire time. Certainly not the chirpy Kiel he met at the bar. He was about to ask after his leg, if there was anything he could do to help, only to hear a rolling slur from Yo.
"Scary...stories?" Pozou asked, and felt himself shudder. Another thing to rack up his nerves.