Fantasy Well of Wishes | Main IC | [Closed]

[Jet]

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The group danced between a dozen themes and thoughts through a conversational bender. Endless content was covered, and Ayana recorded every scrap as humans were a code she would break soon enough. Amalia was the best cipher because she spoke with great detail, but the huntress was equally engaged when Freya mentioned strength training — she could use an extreme workout plan.

Like most elves she punted raw-power and honed natural talents instead. Those customs were never questioned or reformed back home, even though improving weakness made as much sense as sharpening strengths. Ayana was curious about the benefits of 'the burn' and wanted to experience weight training first hand — even if she hated it. And so she answered with a bubbly "Freya! Yes you must teach me someday! We can lift boulders and do up-pushes while yelling out numbers. I've seen human workout techniques and they're quite interesting. Masochistic even!" she exclaimed as another trout snagged her hook by-chance.

Ayana was accustomed to fishing now, and used body momentum to drag her second catch from below the waves. She succeeded once a short struggle was through, and tossed her catch three meters to where the container rested upon the grass-covered ground. The accuracy was flawless, her mood was made even more overconfident, and her posture was ridiculous when she stood hands to hips and chest forward — as a conquering queen would when thinking 'Catching fish is too easy! I'm becoming an expert so fast! Soon I'll be a force in Centos fishing circles' she went about the relaxed hobby.

Meanwhile a new person was among them. Another human he was, sporting a darker complexion than average Centosians. Ayana wondered 'is he southern?' as northerners were damned pasty. She also wondered who the man was and why he was here.

Not knowing an ounce about Jace, Ayana scoured for obvious information. Maybe her pale and darting eyes would uncover an errant church symbol or hidden weapon? Maybe there were clues that would reveal sordid truths about who he was! But unfortunately there weren't easy answers available and conclusions were impossible. Ayana could only hope he was a decent person, as Helena accepted his catch.

The mother wanted more massive bluefins because the scaled jewelry they made — her daughter had something to do with it. More human strangeness that was. Adornments served no purpose and the huntress skewed her head like a curious cat when Helena was done explaining. Then the huntress looked the water's way and openly wondered "Maybe we will find more chunky bluefish down-stream.... where the lake is I believe? I can't understand why you humans like jewelry, but I don't mind helping and my pole will be more useful there too! But in the meantime, who are you?" she asked with an inquisitive stare, looking to Jace suspiciously before adding...

"Are you a member of any dangerous criminal groups? Are you with a mage guild? Or the inquisition church? Or the government?" she quizzed, concealing intent with three smokescreen questions — meant to keep church connections concealed. And when the group eventually walked and talked, she would keep a close eye on the young man, making sure nothing shady was underfoot. One could never be too careful.

Taigakitt BriiAngelic Anne Boolean MythyDW

 

[Anne Boolean]

Amalia Winters​

It seemed to be Helena's turn to tutor the others as she went on to explain how to properly forage for herbs and berries. Amalia herself knew some of the signs of poisonous flora from her time in the military, but she was sure her eye was not nearly as discerning as the other woman's. Plus, she had no idea what to do with any poisonous herbs accidentally gathered besides simply tossing them.

"If I could sit in too I'd like to," Amalia added on when Freya asked for more tutoring later. She didn't plan on opening an apothecary but any information that could be potentially useful in the field was worth learning. When the topic moved on to strength training for Ayana though Amalia once again stepped out of the conversation. She felt she was strong enough from her training in the military, and on top of that she wouldn't be happy bulking up any more. Ironically, Freya seemed to out-do her in stature, yet still maintained a feminine and beautiful appearance. It was honestly somewhat disheartening, and the knight couldn't help but feel some semblance of jealousy.

She was about to return to fishing when she heard Helena's voice calling out loudly about a certain fish. Amalia was able to identify the one she wanted, and although she had no idea why someone who get so worked up over a certain fish she did try her best to catch it. Sadly, it managed to swim past her. She was about to look back to Helena to apologize but it seemed that would be unnecessary as the man who had been fishing nearby had caught it and brought it over to the woman, asking if it was valuable. During military training the soldiers had been taught how to spot lies, and although Amalia could tell Helena was fibbing, she had to admit it was only showing very subtly. That could be good or bad for the rest of them in the future...

For now though, Amalia decided to help her out. "Five? Helena, we can't just give away our whole haul for one measly fish... We'll give you one medium-sized one or two the same size of it at most."

Something more concerning came up when Ayana asked the man his affiliation. Such direct questions would make anyone believe they are being targeted by said groups. Regardless, if Amalia explained to Ayana why right now, in front of the man, it would only confirm any suspicions that may have come up, leading to danger if he was indeed part of the Inquisition or the like.

"Ayana, you shouldn't pry so hastily into strangers' lives," she said calmly. "It may make him think we're hunting for members of any group he's a part of and make him uncomfortable."

BriiAngelic MythyDW Jet Taigakitt

 

[The Regal Rper]

Vaaltari of Jata​

A second time you call me this crop. I suppose it is what it is. But the eyes narrowed behind the mask at her giggling anomaly. To laugh and not share a joke was one he had learned to get used to here. To laugh and stop abruptly was one he knew held information of a different kind. Vaaltari did not reply at the question. He felt it was rhetorical, and it seemed he was right because she turned not waiting for his reply.

The people of these lands had shown him much that intrigued him and much he found strange. How lucky were they to live on lands that did not try to kill them on a daily basis? To evolve rapidly to counter the dangers of the environment was both an advantage but from a historical standpoint, a curse of suffering. Vaaltari knew well what his homelands could offer to the unsuspecting, the ill-prepared. When he came here he had no idea what to expect, no clue what to see but all that he had seen showed him one clear thing that made him feel whatever the deeper parts of the delve had to offer were nothing compared to home.

The delve would probably never be as dangerous as the woods that surrounded and made up all of Tembelka. He wagered only a very small few from this continent would survive alone in the woods of the Whispering Forest for very long. If he were being coldly critical, most of this party would die within 4 days and that was just because they wouldn't understand the nature of the flora alone, forget about the animals who were probably a second thought unless you got to the unique ones.

Thinking of this he couldn't help but wonder what it was that Myrrea wanted to study in this ancient landscape. While he certainly sympathized with her in that her party had abandoned her, he also knew from living here that most of the races on these lands were...well, they were weak. Not in innovation or will. But in body. Pathetically so, at least compared to the humans back home. If he needed to should anyone be injured, he could shift back to normal size and easily lift his whole party through any trouble without breaking much of a sweat. So while her warnings of danger were understood and would be certainly paid attention to- for pride was its own ignorance, one he would not follow- he could not help but wonder how hid peers might fair.

Lost in thought, the others passed him by to descend while he stayed behind to survey the surrounding area. Taking a mental note.

"Warnings heeded." He muttered to himself. Then without waiting, he jumped off the drop, and landed easily on the ground after slowing his descent by using surrounding protrusions. Vaaltari landed beside the Catfolk before the others had finished their trip down the ladder.

"Lead the way then Myrrea. We move to that which you desire. Should we find anything of worth, we may stop to collect them. Other than that I do not believe my allies will have much qualms should we all come out in tact." Nodding his head at the miss, he waited. Ready to follow the others in whenever the group was ready to go.

Mentions: n/a

Interactions: Gwen ( Sarahspn ) Obsidian ( Lost Echo ) Pelea ( OrWangatan ) Leonie ( Jet ) BriiAngelic (Myrrea)

 

[Lost Echo]

“Curses...it is fortunate that the Hamrammr are not with us. Frogs do not do well in the cold weather of the north.” The teeth of her smile caught the light from the leaves above, stark across her darkened face. At least she assumed Leone was joking. Perhaps such curses were possible. She would have expected them to be a deterrent to ransacking these ruins. How would one know if their grandchildren would be affected? Perhaps it was a punishment for taking what wasn’t yours...

How these curses could affect golems Obsidian did not know but wasn’t reassured by the cat’s continued...explanation. Wait, did she just say she’d left a part of her group behind in that pit? It was obvious she expected a reaction from the group. But what was pure exaggeration and what was true? Was any of it? Could she have been so addled as to not even have had an original group to begin with? Obsidian knew (how did she know?) that the earth held pockets of gas, which could make someone very confused. Was that her problem? Why she seemed so twitchy? Were the others concerned? Gwendeloyn joked about her funeral as she started her own trip down the ladder that seemed too rickety to the golem. Still, to protect her charges she would follow. Vaal took the way of the cat, startling Obsidian into crying out, “Be careful!” her pulse starting to race. While he slowed his descent against the sides of the pit, it was such a high fall… The golem wished to rush down faster, though she strove for patience. Hurrying would only put the humans at risk.

Jet (Leone)
BriiAngelic (Myrrea)
Sarahspn (Gwen)
The Regal Rper (Vaal)​

 

[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa​

The shriek of Pozou combined with the fire going out all of a sudden frightened Yo just as much. With the help of Daisy pushing Yo off, the Dragonfolk jumped and shrieked with Pozou, taking a few steps to reach Pozou, and clung to him in her fright. “Eeeeee!”

“I didn’t mean to summon them with my storyy, I promiiiise!” She yelped, tears developed in her eyes. Yo’s heightened frightened state had her miss Daisy excuse herself and walk away from the campsite. The sheer black of the area really concerned Yo. It fit too well with the shadow trio, rifters, whatever the story intended them to be. There were too many variants explaining them in different manners to know if there was even any truth to those stories. Though, she felt that some of those kinds of kids’ tales had to hold some form of truth in them if they are still around today, and often used.

After a tense moment, Yo finally released Pozou. Ignoring his suggestion for going to bed, she looked around now that the light of the area was back. The glowing of the leaves overhead cast an ominous glow and the embers of the fire were ever so soft. The lack of a fire when she had grown accustomed to it had chilled her slightly, and she rubbed at her arms.

“Where'd Daisy go?”

Concerned for the well-being of her new friend, Yo went searching for her.

Mentions: Arcanist Colorless Spectrum Fred Colon ​

 

[Taigakitt]

Freya Hamrammr

A hearty laugh escaped the elderly woman in response to Ayana’s excitement, “Great! Just let me know when you’d like to start!” She didn’t want to crush the cute elf woman’s spirits about lifting boulders. Maybe they could start with… a rock. Calling human ways to gain strength masochistic was an interesting choice of words, but after having spoken with Ayana the last several days, Freya had learned that it just seems to be an elvish trait.

Aw. Helena is such a cute mother. Freya had a somewhat of a bullshit meter, but when children were involved, it didn’t work nearly as well. So the idea of the fish being Ro’s favorite seemed believable to the Northern woman. She hadn’t heard about Ro not feeling well, especially since she went with the hunting group. Freya would probably ask Ro or Helena about it later to see if she was feeling any better.

Once Helena turned a question over to her, Freya’s face lit up.

“If you need any help making them, I’ve had a lot of practice making jewelry for my kiddos. If there’s one, there should be more.”

Ayana’s questions were, well, obvious. Freya could appreciate the direct questions, however.

As for the talk about what to give the strange man back, Freya stayed out of that conversation. Many heads are liable to bicker. She recalled a fun story about a hydra that she was told as a child. Of course, hydras are long extinct, maybe never have existed, but the story was fun nevertheless.

Mentions: BriiAngelic Anne Boolean Jet MythyDW ​

 

[Sarahspn]

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Jane’s smile grew bigger as Liam joined them in the water. Excited about bonding with her new friends, she went deeper into the water to where it was past her shoulders. Rose stayed at hip level, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm up. I missed the water too but damn this is cold. Naturally, a scowl rested on Rose’s face as she turned to Jane, ready to play a boring game.

“Okay, so Grim Reaper-“ Jane began explaining the game that Rose suggested but an unfamiliar voice distracted her. “W-What? We’re not those type of pirates.” Jane said, taken aback by syphid’s words. “Jane.” Rose said, instinctively grabbing her knife. Rose narrowed her eyes and watched as the syphid aimed her trident towards Jane. Without hesitation, she threw her knife at the sea creature. She didn't care to know if her knife hit its target and turned to Jane. The next moments in time seemed to play in slow motion to Rose. The bright flash of the summoned lighting momentarily blinded the older sister. Blinking rapidly, Rose watched in horror as the bolt headed straight for Jane. A wall of ice was created between the pirate and syphid so she was protected from a direct hit but couldn’t avoid the electrical currents sent through the water.

“JANE!” Rose screamed as Jane lifelessly fell into the water. Jane locked eyes with Rose as she fell, her entire body seized with pain. Rose felt a small shock and winced. She watched as Kuma fell as well and Liam was out of her eyesight so she just hoped he was okay. Her initial shock turned into anger and the red-haired sister glared at Celestine. “You low-life piece of sea scum,” Rose snarled, slowly walking towards the syphid, “you think you’re this vigilante serving your people,” she grabbed another knife from her hip and gripped the handle, “but you’re just a desperate, washed up outcast who will pay for harming my family.” Rose gave her a smirk and flipped the knife in her hand, watching the syphid for her next move.

Anne Boolean Lost Echo EldridSmith

 

[Taigakitt]

Stone ???​

Stone shot a look over at Lorrin, just as he had downed the deer. Crushing it’s throat and jugular with teeth was probably just as effective as anything else in this world. Instant death wasn’t a luxury that was commonplace. Even an arrow to the heart wasn’t instant. Snapping a neck maybe was, but that doesn’t seem feasible for hunting large game. Rabbit probably had it easier, but even then...

Releasing the deer, he stayed crouched low, his pupils retracting into slits as a strange scent entered the vicinity. With the adrenaline of the hunt still rushing through his veins, the strange scent was an unwelcome one. A growl started in his throat as his tail displayed his displeasure.

Lips curled back over his sharp teeth as his ears flattened back when the strange man fell over top the deer. He had no clue what the man tried to say. But Stone was not happy that his kill was going to be stolen.

The only thing keeping Stone from lunging at the unknown man was the company of his party and the child. When the strange man aimed for the deer’s eye, that was the direction of Stone, and he swiped with claws in the man’s direction, a hiss escaping his maw. It didn’t help that Stone couldn’t determine if the man was calling the deer the creature, or himself. Stone didn’t get this far by being blind. The deer was already dead before the knifing.

Safe to say that Stone did not like this stranger who claimed to own this land. If he owned these woods, there would have been more evidence about the claim laid out, and as humans usually do, have signs placed to show their territory lines.

Offering no words of his own, he let the others speak to the man. One more wrong move by this Radameer, however...

Mentions: Jet Pik BriiAngelic EldridSmith ​

 

[Jet]

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Leóne warmed with endearment when he clasped Gwen's hand, and the eye-contact they shared was strong. Her expression when they exchanged stares was almost too cute to handle, but the rogue sensed unsaid emotions below her look. She came across as reluctant about something — not that he understood what the something was. He could only guess and gently squeezed her hand in return, dancing his infatuated amber eyes over her own emerald pair.

Leóne wanted to do more of course. He wanted to kiss and hold her right then and there — but time and place mattered. They were on a dangerous mission, and the romantic moment was soon replaced by preparedness. Gwen was rearing to go, headstrong when she moved forward at speed, bantering about haunting Leóne before starting her underground exploration. Vaal and Obsidian were close behind, bombing away into the absolute darkness that was so deep, Leóne was reminded of underworld stories told by dogmatic school-teachers. This was a fantastic place indeed!

"Sounds like a deal, whoever gets eaten by monsters first can do the haunting. I'll be sure to speak well of you to the other ghosts when they ask why I'm following you around" he joked as Gwen descended from view, laughing away genuine concerns about cave denizens. That said he wasn't too worried, delves were nothing new. He was eager to explore and only paused to withdraw an ancient magic cube from his satchel. The steel box was comperable to an orange in size, sporting a round hole cut from one side. From that opening came the stubby end of a sturdy magical rope with infinite length — a rope Leóne pulled on until forty feet lay around him. Then he knotted his long tether around a crumbled pillar laying nearby, and once the rope was secure he descended the ladder with his steel cube still attached — in case the drop exceeded forty feet and he needed more rope.

Fortunately the climb was about twelve meters, and when Leóne touched ground he sliced his cube free. Then he gave one strong tug on the hanging rope, nodding with satisfaction at the strong hold. Now they had a way out if the ladder collapsed, as the industrial-strength tether could support hundreds of pounds. "Insurance, in case this old ladder collapses and we need a way out" he explained to clear any confusion, before casting a Lumen spell with a snap.

A second passed before a large glowing sphere spawned above the group, revealing what was around them. They were surrounded by both natural and unnatural stone features that fought for aesthetic dominance. Ancient tunnel walls were covered with pale stalagmites and dagger edged stalactites. Many spots along the tunnel were eroded beyond repair too, revealing mineral rich deep-earth that sparkled under Lumen-glow. And through visible bedrock coursed Manite crystal veins. The common blue gemstone produced a subtle glow, and possessed complex crystaline structures that revealed the history of the universe when closely examined — if you trust southern mystics that is.

"Unbelievable" Leóne whispered to no-one in particular, amazed by what he saw. "This is amazing, I can't believe this place has been here the whole time, under common second age ruins, this is unbelievable" he added, examining water-worn carvings across cracked walls, as a steady drip-drip-drip echoed around them. Leóne was dumbfounded as he examined, but was clear enough to know how precarious the tunnels were, cautioning "We need to be very careful down here... the walls haven't been maintained for over four thousand years. First agers made strong structures, but one wrong move and we'll be an Ivory Forest folk legend."

Once Leóne was done speaking to everyone, he stood beside Gwen and looked between her and the area as if saying 'holy shit do you see this'. He was more excited than mountain men during a drinking contest, and wanted to explore immediately! But he awaited the catwoman instead, as she knew the underground area already. Maybe she knew which routes were collapsed or pointless, and which were clear and went somewhere important?

The group needed Myyrra more than expected. Without her knowledge the adventure would be a damned guessing game, as three routes were available. The pathways intersected like the letter Y — giving them three random options. Having a guide would save them a huge amount of time, and perhaps their lives as-well.

Sarahspn BriiAngelic Lost Echo The Regal Rper

 

[Fred Colon]

Daisy wandered out into the forest like a robot. There was no urgency, no panic or fear it any other emotion. She just needed to remove herself from a new and stressful situation. Why did people have to be so difficult. If she could just focus on one of them at a time she could deal with strangeness and irregularity. But to be assaulted on all sides by it? It was too much.

When Diasy regained enough of her faculties to stop moving, she was already deep in the forest. She wasn't quite sure where she'd gone, but she'd find her way back, she was sure. She could sense movement in the earth. All she needed to do was follow it. Find the camp that way. The dark didn't bother her.

She crouched down beneath the boughs of one of the trees nearby, an old oak, she thought, though it wasn't a sure thing in the dark.

She pulled her mask off of her face, allowing her to breath a little more fully. She licked her scarred lips, and felt a brief pang of painful remembrance. How it had felt to tear her face away from the wires that pinned her to the floor.

She put Somber on the ground and fumbled around inside her pack, in the dark. Eventually she found what she was looking for. Sticks of incense. Aloeswood. It was the scent of home. Her family harvested the rare incense from a stand of trees they cultivated near their home. That they'd been cultivating for hundreds of years. Daisy hoped they would still be there, when eventually she came to reclaim the manor.

She lit the sticks with flint and tinder, the incense providing the scantest bit of light, and the smell reminding Daisy of a time things were quieter, calmer. Easier.

Daisy shut her eyes, curled up on herself, and just let herself breathe. She would return soon and apologize. Perhaps. Or perhaps she'd leave that till morning.

 

[Arcanist]

Pozou Artith
Mentions: Fred Colon (Daisy) Anne Boolean (Kiel) | Interactions: Colorless Spectrum (Aedzel) Taigakitt (Yo) ​

The sudden weight of Yo latching onto Pozou and shrieking in his ear elicited another screech from the Quetzola, almost batting Yo off him. It seemed the shadowy beings from her own tale had sent her into a fearful frenzy too. Though, after a moment of her clinging to his wing, and the anticipation of a striking shadow lessening, Yo let go of Pozou, and he felt himself finally able to breathe. He hadn't realised he was holding his breath during the whole affair.

Though, when she noticed Daisy had gone, Pozou went to speak to her, "Daisy wen--" But Yo had already made her way into the forest after Daisy, and Pozou couldn't do anything but stand and watch on helplessly as she disappeared into the dark fog of the night. He sighed and he rubbed his head. Perhaps bed was just the thing he needed. He turned to Aedzel, an apologetic smile forming on his lips. "I think bed calls...you'll find my tent, just over there."

After pointing Aedzel in the direction towards his tent and wishing her a night full of rest, he retreated in the direction of Kiel's tent. He reflected on the night's events. Two new travellers joining them, a handful of scary stories passed around, sometimes at the bottom of a bottle, and the extinguishing of the fire. Pozou hadn't had a night like that since...well, since he had last been on a pirate ship, come to think of it. The tales and the shanties that echoed up into the sails, the rolling of empty bottles of rum along the deck, torches flames fading to smoke. He surprised himself by getting nostalgic about it. As if he would never return to it. Perhaps he wouldn't.

Pozou crept into the tent, forgetting how cramped the space inside was. It was dark, and he could just about make out the figure of Kiel on the floor, but little else. He looked upon him and he couldn't help but frown. He felt horrible, all of a sudden, leaving Kiel to his own woes much earlier. Perhaps the two of them could talk more about it if Kiel wished. In the morning, though. He was sure he was sleeping.

Approaching the other sleeping bag with caution, and careful not to catch his talons on anything, he managed to lie down, putting his back to Kiel's and sighing a little, shuffling to get comfortable. Usually, he would have just stripped everything off his body and let his feathers breathe during the night, though, wasn't sure if Kiel felt comfortable with that, and Pozou wouldn't have thought of doing so with someone he had only known for a few days. The space was cramped but...it was nice, having someone to sleep with again. That is, in the same room. He got used to the company of another sleeping soul, and found that one night in the inn on his own proved difficult for him in falling over to sleep.

 

[Pik]

Lorrin Yumi

Tags: BriiAngelic Taigakitt EldridSmith Jet

Did stone just shoot him a look guess that must of been a stupid question guess I'll have to be more considerate about my questions towards cat folk in the future? But regardless Lorrin didn't have enough time to even apologize as an older man had appeared and shot their deer in the head, which definitely got stone angry judging by his reaction. Lorrin took a step between him and Roland regardless of what happens the kid doesn't need to be involved in this. The old man seems to be at first glance a bit of a crazy person perhaps not completely right in the head. It would defiantly not be unreasonable to think like Roland that he may be staying with family and might of just got out. But Lorrin isn't going to rule out his sanity just yet after all despite the interesting first words that came of his mouth, he is cable of communication and was able to introduce himself. Perhaps he's also a hunter like them trying to scare them out of the woods so he can have free deer for himself. Well regardless someone has to talk to him and out of everyone in the party, Lorrin is the most qualified to do so. "I'm Lorrin we just happen to be passing thru these woods hunting for food to bring back to our camp. We are also more than cable of taking down any bear that just happens to cross our path so no need to be concerned about us. Now if this is truly your land then if you can show proof of such then I won't protest to us hunting elsewhere, ill even throw in some coin for what we killed on our way out. But if not then please step aside we have a lot of mouths to feed." Lorrin made sure to keep his hands on his bow just in case this encounter got deadly but even a crazy old man wouldn't be foolish enough to attack all four them unless he had friends nearby.​

 

[Anne Boolean]

Kiel Shan
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Despite turning in so early, Kiel hadn't managed to get the sleep that he so desperately craved. Although he shut his eyes tight and tried to clear his mind of thoughts to find an escape into dreamland, the only thing he managed to get was a headache. After about an hour of that, he ended up just laying down and looking at the side of the tent. The sun had set but despite the darkness it was still fairly early. He was certain the others were still around the campfire, but picking himself up and walking back over would be too much of a struggle. On top of that, he didn't want his sorrow to bring down what he presumed was a jolly mood the others would have while surrounding the embers. Instead, he ended up just laying where he was, and unfortunately his mind started to wander.

Fears and uncertainties about his future came up. The sorrow he was feeling once again raged. Even solutions to his problems came up, which would have been a good thing except for the ones that came up were fairly grim. As he laid there, Kiel couldn't help but wonder whether he was more miserable alone than he was with the others around the campfire. Maybe he should have just stayed and watched Yo get stabbed. Maybe it would have made for a good distraction.

He was pulled out of his thoughts due to the sounds of rustling coming from the entrance flaps. He was fairly certain it was Pozou, but even if it was some stranger with ill intentions he would have just let the other do whatever they pleased with him. When the other simply ended up laying next to him against his back and the light-blue-haired man realized he would, for better or for worse, still have time on this earth, he finally spoke.

"You actually came back," he said. "Thank you." Despite the other not being able to see, Kiel actually managed to crack a small smile. "So did you have to tend to Yo's new wound too?"

Arcanist

 

[MythyDW]

Jace
< Jet Taigakitt BriiAngelic Anne Boolean >

Jace looked at the powder-blue fish as he handed it over to the woman, eyebrow quirking when he heard what she said its use was. "Oh? You were so frantic to get it. You must really love your daughter." he wasn't a fool, he couldn't have survived this long without sniffing out lies. But he wouldn't call her out on it, if she needed it than she needed it.

However, after that it seemed like another woman wasn't trusting him and launched into a barrage of questions. He smirked a little and shook his head. "I am none of those. I'm a thief by trade, I make my living by taking from the wealthy and keeping only what I need."

Why would he say this? No one would expect it. Either they think him joking, crazy, or they see past it to his earnestness. "Name's Jace. I've been staying with Radameer for the past week, but I'll be moving on soon. I also need to catch him some fish to soften that blow..." he sighed and looked into the river wistfully.​

 

[Arcanist]

Pozou Artith
Mentions: - | Interactions: Anne Boolean (Kiel) ​

Pozou had shut his eyes, figuring Kiel had been stuck in his own dreamscape. His eyes opened again before he glanced over his shoulder, almost as if he had imagined Kiel speaking to him. His momentary surprise was replaced by a smile at Kiel's words. "It's fine," he told him, turning back to face what he believed to be the interior of the tent. The darkness gave Pozou a comfort, almost encasing him in a warm embrace. Even hearing Kiel's whispers in the dark helped him feel at ease.

The Quetzola could sense a smile, even if it was minuscule, in the delivery of his joke. He chuckled, still staring into the darkness. "No, no, not at all. Her defence magic actually worked. N-not that I ever doubted that," he added. Her magic was useful to have. At least she could defend herself, whereas Pozou often scrambled for the knife on his person and waved it around as if incanting some sort of trap magic. He was the least threatening person in this entourage and even less of a fighter. That wasn't in doubt, considering his eagerness to take to the sky and flee.

"But at least I was around, otherwise Daisy might have had a burial to conduct tonight," Pozou chuckled again, though, felt a sudden wave of sickly warmth rise in his neck. Was that too morbid? He had to wonder. He heard much worse among other medical students, some jokes crueller and often distasteful when it came to diagnoses and even death. He cleared his throat, willing the guilt that had manifested in his throat away before he shuffled onto his back and addressed Kiel again.

"How's the wound doing?" Pozou asked. Sure, he had only dressed it and treated it not so long ago, but perhaps this would be a gateway to open up and speak about it, should Kiel so wish.

 

[Anne Boolean]

Kiel Shan​

Kiel let out a chuckle as well at the quetzola's joke. "There would have still been hope that she would have only ended up a gimp like me." If Pozou's joke was too morbid, then Kiel's would have been downright offensive. Despite seeing some humor in it while speaking it, after it was out in the world he couldn't help but feel sad as the realization of the truth behind it set in.

After a moment of silence, he said, "it's good to have some doubt," having noticed the hesitation in the other's statement about it. "Erring on the side of caution can save lives."

When the other asked about his wound, he rolled onto his back next to him with a soft hiss as he strained his leg slightly in the process. "Well, the stinging has stopped," he said. "The pressure the well-wrapped bandages put on it really help numb the pain. Now it mostly only hurts when I try to move." Of course, he hadn't tried touching it or anything so maybe that would set it off as well.

He let out a soft sigh. "I may have said it before, but I was shot by an arrow ignited with magical flames," the light-blue-haired man said. "Usually I'm very vigilant, and have been able to avoid even faster attacks so... I just don't understand why such a critical one managed to hit me..." He turned his head to look at the figure laying besides him. "We were attacked by the members of the Inquisition while going to purchase horses... The one who shot me, she was leading a group of soldiers and mages. Her magic was formidable... I believe the only reason we escaped was because she showed us mercy...

"I assume an organization wouldn't send their fiercest members after us right away, which means we'll possibly be facing even stronger foes later," he explained. "I've never been one to pick a fight, but I've never been one to flee either. Knowing what we might come up against though, I honestly thought about leaving this expedition. I thought about simply staying at Whaleshell Port, but I feared the Inquisition may have still thought of me as a target despite me no longer searching for the Well. My plan was to stay in Stone's Throw while you all carried on, but... you gave me a reason to stay."

Another smile spread across his face. "If the Well truly does exist, which it seems likely since a group is willing to kill us over our desire to search for it, then I can wish for my leg to be fixed. So, as strange as it seems, I must thank you for telling me that harsh truth. If I didn't know this, I would have simply stayed in Stone's Throw and continued living with a bad leg and no hope of fixing it.

"And what about you? Why are you risking your life on this expedition?" Kiel asked. "Is there something you want to wish for?"

Arcanist

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Helena Lis || Human War Cleric

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  Jace ( MythyDW ) Ayana ( Jet ) Amalia ( Anne Boolean ) Freya ( Taigakitt )
  

  ~ River ~
  Shunjun || Helena's CS File
  
  From the mouths of babes comes the truths. A saying she didn’t remember if it was followed or rebuked by her sect of the church, not that she’d care either way but Ayana’s pointed questions were troubling. Inquisition members really could go disguising themselves as they pleased and break no laws. Dangerous criminals likely wouldn’t stay close to them though with the clear markings of the inquisition war clerics on her clothes. Or perhaps their names had spread farther than expected.
  
  She felt a wave of annoyance as Amalia lowered the terms. She’d caught at least five fish so the barter was fair. Also what type of fool did Amalia take her for. She would have words when they returned yet she kept her face unmoving as she refused to give away any more detail than needed. Luckily the elder armored woman was more than distracted enough by Ayana.
  
  Freya was also quick to offer her aid in jewelry making and suddenly she was worried the only people she’d be pulling the wool over their eyes would be her own groupmates. In the future she would need to have words with them as to plan for contingencies. Still she was quite shocked by the casual gift of the fish. She wondered what made this child so confident as to willingly tell strangers that they stole from the rich. For all this young man knew they themselves were either bounty hunters or rich.
  
  “I don’t know of this Radameer but if your goal is fish perhaps the lake would do best. The river’s netting less and less as more people approach. But perhaps my perception is flawed. I am no fisher by trade. Plus if Ayana expects that we might find more bluefish then I am already inclined to head there.”
  
  She looked back at the haul and while she wanted to drop it off at the campsite and continue to the lake, preferably after speaking with Richard and Co. about the necessity of the powder blue scales; She hesitated to show the man back to their camp. She wondered just what his plans were, would he become an unwanted interloper following their moves. A thief was already questionable leading to the caravaan but if they were a disguised militia member, well they would be hunted from two separate groups. She locked eyes with Freya raising her eyebrow just a hair letting the eldest woman take lead.
  

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Myyrea Yi Westwood || ???

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  Leonie ( Jet ) Gwen ( Sarahspn ) Vaaltori ( The Regal Rper ) Obsidian ( Lost Echo ) Pelea
  

  ~ The Delve ~
  Carrying You
  
  Oh great she bagged lovers. Always a dangerous line there. She flicked her tail behind her as she started to sniff the air. Didn’t smell too much like each other, never spent a heat together then. Did humans have heats? She flicked it off the thought, even short term lovers were known to be difficult. Hyeon-U and Noi proved as much.
  
  Luckily enough she had others that were less unpredictable. The tallest of the group came jumping down. A strong one, not a single flinch from the fall, immediately she thought of her neighbors, the Savanna elfs. Yet as she did a once over on the tall one she noticed his exposed hands and feet, oh? Familiar to the terrors found in Wira’s old stories. With a hearty laugh she put her hands on her hips. Nevermind this would be the worst group yet!
  
  “Well Well we have an Easterner with us huh? Well we won’t be lacking for power now will we?”
  
  She patted his shoulder before looking back to the silly humans making their own “insurance”. She let them do as they pleased as she waited kindly for the slow pokes slowly walking backwards to the paths. The human with the cube cast a Lumen spell. Oh yes humans needed light right.
  
  Myyrea could feel her mouth start to salivate as the magic was pulled forth from Leone. She came up at his side sniffing the ball of light reaching with her hands to surround it. Mages she loved mages. She loved the smell and taste of magic, and it now surrounded her. With a wicked smirk she swatted at the magic, but as light does her hand passed right through it.
  
  She snapped out of it as she noticed the faces of the group nearby. Right she was leading the fools. She straightened out and did a series of back jumps before turning when she had enough room. She danced her way into the center room with her tail twitching behind her. The old magic was stirring as she shifted into her panther-like form. She sniffed the air as she howled to the sky before leaping forwards and taking a sharp turn into the left most pathway.
  
  “Follow me kits!”
  

 

[Jet]

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Radameer moved well despite seventy-seven hard years, bounding up from the carcass with ease. Standing over the corpse, he darted unstable and abrasive glares between the pestering hunters. Every question they posed both confused and bothered him, because who the hell were these people? Random visitors? He was a resident and they were nobodies. And how could nobodies question he — Doctor Durham Radameer of the Ivory Forest? Clearly they misunderstood the situation, something he would change when whispering "Imma venture a guess... you lot neva heard, nor payed attention to a thing called Squatters' Law? Those modern city courts say it don't exist but lemme tell ya, I been here thirty years so I'm grandfathered in. Now you can hunt all ya want. There's enough for everyone here so don't go hurtin old Radameer. I was only asking what you're doing in these forests and to advise to keep ya voices down"

His words remained mum for good reason... dangerous creatures lurked. And mimicking a camper reciting ghost stories, his brow darkened when adding an ominous. "Thing is, you need old Radameer... You need old Radameer more than you know. These parts ain't safe. There's always something around the corner... Something more dangerous than a bear... Something deadly that might grab and eat ya! Thats why I have no family and stay on my lonesome for the most part, the creatures came n' took my kids!"

The hushed story was sent Roland's way more than others, as Radameer loved scaring small children. But even though he narrated for dramatics over truth, he spoke honestly about dangers. There were many here so the hunters could use his advice — and there was something he could use them for in exchange.

"Now yall look stronger than most so I got a deal for ya. There's an old boar out here bout' the size of a brown bear. People call em' the Kraktoom.... Or maybe the Krak'thum... Hell I can't remember — it's something stupid like that. I just call him the Boar Boss. He faster than lightning and stronger than a grizzly. You take him out and give me the trophy, and I'll make it worth ya while? I got all kinds of trinkets you folk might take a likin' towards"

Nearby in the forest
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Thunderous hooves slammed against the ground, sending animals scurrying away with terror. They made sure to stay clear of the beast responsible, as none dared to stand against his massive tusks and dense muscles — ones that were corded like industrial steel cables. They were for more than show too, as great strength was needed to support his continental mass. At seven hundred pounds he was an abberant freak of nature. A singular event in genetic history that had never been seen before, and would never be seen again.

Framed between his mountainous shoulders and scimitar tusks, two enraged pale eyes narrowed from above a long scarred snout. Loud breaths coursed through the huge nostrils within, sounding like the exhaust system of a construction vehicle. He was unnaturally massive, overpowering and glorious, making him the king of these lands — the famed Krak'thum who followed a target tonight. A wandering woman who would provide food for two days, and her name was Yo Saiwa.

Father time was undefeated, so the old monster was slower than past years. But he would reach her soon enough.

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[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa​

Yo stumbled a little as she passed the campground and into the tree line. It wasn’t terribly dark, as the glowing leaves were quite pretty. Following some unseen path, she walked along, keeping her ears open for anything that sounded like a person walking around.

Soon enough, she decided she needed a break and set a hand on a tree trunk to steady herself, taking in a deep breath. Getting away from the campfire, she realized now she smelled just like that - a fire and all smokey. Maybe it’ll keep the annoying night bugs off of her.

Speaking of annoying night bugs… One had landed on her hand, and she slapped at it. “No bitey,” She grumbled.

Pushing herself gently off the trunk, though only succeeding in pushing herself to the ground, she landed with an “Oomph.”

She lay there, staring up at the glowing leaves as she pondered, the landscape above her swirling.

Did Daisy leave because of her? She frowned. Even in her drunken mind, she knew sometimes she could be a little overwhelming for those who are a little more socially inept. She wondered if she scared her off like she’d done with Liam when they first met.

Her eyes fluttered lightly, almost like she was going to pass out on the spot for some under-the-stars camping. Though, her eyes didn’t have long to stay shut. Some ruckus caught her attention as she sat up, her world a blurry dizziness as she did so.

Rubbing her eyes, she was feeling like she was at least beginning to calm down. The cold woods floor tied into being away from the campfire was starting to sober her up a little.

More birds frantically chirping caught her attention again, and she looked around the woods. She realized she couldn’t recognize where she’d come from and where she was supposed to go.

“Shit.”

She figured the frightened birds probably just had to do with the fact that she was in the vicinity and probably frightened them.

Huff.

That sounded nearby? She staggered up, and soon her golden gaze could spot the eyeballs of a massive boar nearby, the glowing of the leaves overhead casting an eerie glow on the beast.

“Eh?” Another snort and huff and she realized where the boar was staring down. The dragonfolk’s face twitched.

What was the trick with boars? Turn around and slowly walk away?

Back away slowly and don’t take your eyes from the beast?

Run and scream your head off?

Yo took that last option, as her mindstate could not remember for the life of her what she had read about boars, and if she could draw the attention of any of her comrades, then all the better.

Taking off running in some random direction, the opposite direction of the boar, Yo ran and ran hard. As hard as her legs could carry her. Branches low enough to reach down snatched hair and ran across her arms, and every time one should probably leave a scratch, her necklace’s gem would flash a faint red, and no scratch would be present.

“EEEEEEE!!!!! LORRIN!!!” She screeched, as loud as she could get her voice. Lorrin was the first name to come to her mind, the famous adventurer, her friend, and as she viewed him, her savior.

Mentions: Boar Jet | Lorrin Pik | Daisy Fred Colon ​

 

[Arcanist]

Pozou Artith
Mentions: - | Interactions: Anne Boolean (Kiel) ​

Pozou paused, hesitant to let out a chuckle at Kiel's joke. He forced one, so the stunned silence hadn't lingered between them. It wasn't uncommon, for those with injuries or debilitating conditions to use humour in such a way. Sometimes, it was a viable way of coping with a diagnosis. Pozou often wondered how useful it was. Perhaps he would have to try it.

On Kiel's comment of taking a safer route in maintaining Yo's safety. The Quetzola shrugged. "I suppose so. But sometimes taking the safest route can be the wrong path too," he said, sighing as he stared up at the darkness. He remembered one occasion, taking a crude saw with vicious teeth to a crewmate's leg. Every part flopped like a fish washed onboard by a powerful wave, screams muffled by the cloth he bit into. Despite Pozou working with what he had and to the best of his ability, infection infested the stump, and within a few days, they were hauling tarped body overboard. Death after amputation wasn't uncommon, especially on a ship. But Pozou had stood at the side of the ship, gazing at the grey waters, right where the body sank to its grave. It wasn't the first failure. But it didn't sting any less.

Pozou forced himself to be present beside Kiel again and found himself nodding to his words. "That's not so bad. Though, I know the pain isn't ideal though," he frowned.

Pozou was quiet for a few moments as Kiel explained what had happened to warrant such an injury, and such a blight, upon his life. He clearly disagreed with Kiel with the twisting of his lips. "If she had shown any mercy, she wouldn't have crippled you," he muttered with disdain. He hadn't thought to say it out loud, but mercy also could have been putting anyone she injured out of their misery. Anything but to hobble around with something so heavy upon your shoulders...

But Kiel, finding his reason to stay, was admirable. Pozou's twisting gave way to a smile instead. Having a goal was admirable, especially after such a setback as his. Though, he hadn't ever expected to be thanked for delivering a terrible prognosis. He blinked at the young man, his lips parting for a moment in surprised before he chuckled. "I...can't say I've ever been thanked for delivering bad news before. But you're welcome. I'm glad it's given you a boost to go on." He smiled.

In the darkness of the tent, Kiel's question was met with no answer. Pozou stared up into darkness again, a hand resting atop the wing extending from his bicep. Perhaps if he closed his eyes, let his breathing shift to the rhythm of slow tides trickling into shore, then Kiel would believe he had fallen asleep. A hopeful thought. He would try it, if he hadn't answered him only moments before. Pozou knew at some point someone would ask him why he was here. Both him and his sister agreed not to mention pirates sending them off on what could have been a suicide mission for a mythical well. He had an answer prepared.

My sister heard of the legend, and being the excitable Quetzola she is, and me being the worried older brother, followed her to ensure she would be safe.

Though...Pozou had thought of his own wish. His fingers pressed against his wing and felt the tickles of slack feathers against them. He knew what his wish was. But only he knew. He hadn't discussed it with anyone, not even his own sister. He had been in intense discussion with himself during nights where his talons would scrape against the wooden deck or on mornings where he plucked dew coated grass in deep thought. He shared his wish with no one because it would suddenly feel unattainable. Who was to say what he truly wanted would be possible?

With too much time having passed without an answer, the Quetzola opened his mouth. "I'm just here to make sure my sister doesn't get into trouble. I haven't really thought much about what I'd wish for, if the Well even exists." The words almost struggled out like rodents stuck in a pipe, desperately squeezing through to escape.

 

[Fred Colon]

Yo's scream split the forest, shattering Daisy's carefully re-cultivated stillness. Daisy had to shake herself, to throw off the lethargy, the sluggish movement of her mind recovering. She doused the embers of her incense with her fingers, taking one last, deep breath, before lurching to her feet.

Daisy thought she remembered a Lorrin. Was he Yo's assailant? Or was he the one she was calling for? Or was she calling out in fear on his behalf, perhaps he was hurt. It didn't matter much, either way. If someone was in peril, Daisy would be remiss not to answer the call. This was something she could do. Something she could handle. The movement of the body, the certainty of acting or not. So long as Yo wasn't calling out for someone to help her decide what the proper response to a compliment was, or how to interact with an overly friendly stranger, Daisy would be fine.
Daisy wrapped her bandanna around her face again, picked up Somber, and started towards the sound of the noise.

It was quite far away, however, Yo had a voice that carried very well. Daisy hoped that she would get there in time to help whoever it was that needed helping, or arrive to find the problem had resolved itself. But as she moved closer, she didn't think that last would be the case. She heard the sound of... breathing? Perhaps if whatever was breathing had lungs the size of bellows. She redoubled her speed. A black mass of something moved ahead of her. She stretched out her earth sense and felt the weight of it on the ground. It was enormous.

Some sort of monster. Or an inquisitor trick. Yo was her friend. Well. Unless she took offense to Daisy's abrupt departure. But Daisy was determined not to hold any more funerals. Not for her allies, at least.

She would make it in time. She had to. She gripped Somber and held it out ahead of her, like a spear, running towards the shape.

 

[Anne Boolean]

Kiel Shan and Celestine Oceania​

Before the lightning bolt could execute the pirate scum one of her allies erected a wall of ice from the water in front of them. The electricity dispersed upon hitting it and went on to shock the two the wall was sheltering, but also caused a few casualties in the form of fish.

"Tch..." What a waste of good food. It seemed even unintentionally these land dwellers caused chaos in the water. Celestine's mourning was cut brief as a knife zipped past her, grazing the side of her arm. She let out a soft yelp as she looked at the source of the new pain she felt and noticed thick crimson liquid starting to cascade over her teal skin.

Her attention returned back to her foes in front of her when she heard a woman's angry cries. Low life? Vigilante? Were land dwellers so ignorant that they didn't know Oceanic royalty when they saw it? It was true that her kind had tried to maintain a distance from those who weren't fellow sea dwellers, but she assumed their history books would have mentioned something about the trident being the symbol of sovereignty for syphids from the interactions they had in the past.

"Destructive, ignorant, and foolish," Celestine responded to Rose's confrontational words. "Your family managed to narrowly escape death. Pull them out of the water and keep them out if you value their lives as well as yours." She put her opposing hand on the wound that the woman had inflicted on her. "I also suggest you find a new family trade. Once I find the Well, I'll make sure you land dwelling savages stay in the dirt where you belong!"

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"Hmm... I'm not so sure I can agree with that..." Kiel said. "Ever since the injury I've found myself thinking back over my life and noticing all the times I had been reckless, and realizing how much could have gone wrong if only a single thing was different." This applied to the fights he had gotten into as well as the riskier performances he had taken on, involving acrobatics, fire, and whatnot, but also just opening up to his family and tribe about who he really was. Anyone who had lived among them for a few days would have quickly learned that he didn't fit the mold that was ascribed to him, and his family and fellow tribesmen not banishing him was a fortunate anomaly. "I suppose I'll be forced to live a more careful life now, though."

Oddly, a soft chuckle escaped his lips when Pozou disagreed with his statement about being shown mercy. "You know, despite what I said about finding a reason to come along for this expedition, much of myself wishes the wound had been fatal. I'm trying to stay hopeful about the Well, but... thinking about the life I'll have to live if it doesn't exist terrifies me. Amid the sadness I also feel anger towards her... so much of me hopes we are confronted by that woman again, so I can kill her or tear off one of her limbs so she'll be forced to live a life like mine. The more reasonable part of me remembers how deadly her power is and knows that another run in with her would be catastrophic. I try to remember all our fellow companions, and how they may end up losing their lives or severely injured if that happens, and of course I feel upset with those thoughts and compassionate towards them, but... if I imagine myself killing her or disabling her amidst all that chaos, even if I see myself dying... I still feel satisfied..."

He let out a sigh. "Then I remember that she was just someone doing their job and she had no idea about my passion and career, and I wonder... is it really fair for me to blame her? It's... all very confusing. I guess my rage means I knew from the very beginning that not everything would turn out okay with my leg, and I suppose I felt that after learning whether that was the case or not I could decide whether I wanted to continue on like this... I thought it would really simplify the decision, and I guess I did arrive at an answer but... it's not the one I expected, and it's much more complicated than I thought it would be."

When the other was silent after Kiel asked about his wish, the light-blue-haired man wondered if he was prying too much. He turned onto his side to face the other with another pained grunt and hiss, being able to see the quetzola's silhouette in the dark but unable to make out his expression. He also wondered if he had spoken too much about his own situation, and overshared. Pozou was a medical doctor after all, not a psychological one. He was about to open his mouth to assure the man it was okay if he didn't want to share, but before the words could come out the other spoke up again.

"I see..." Kiel said softly, noticing the answer seemed somewhat strained. "With how caring you are it seems you're in the right profession." He smiled softly, although it wasn't quite visible in the dark. "I'm the older brother in my family as well, so I suppose I know how you feel... although, even though I was supposed to be watching my younger sister, she was the one who kept me out of trouble." He let out another soft chuckle. "Well, I hope your sister is able to get her wish. And I hope you find something to wish for as well."

Lost Echo Sarahspn EldridSmith Arcanist

 

[Jet]

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Ayana skewed her head when Jace mentioned his profession. He claimed to be an honorable thief which reminded her of a famous Centosian legend. The story followed a brave archer who took from nobles and protected peasants, concealing his golden heart below a dark and rough persona. Raven Cowel was his name — one known by every toothless deckhand aboard The Duchess' Mule. Three weeks with them on-route to Centos, taught Ayana every damned word of the ancient fable.

The journey also taught her about human dishonesty — words meant nothing to most of them. Jace could be working angles by admitting inconvenient truths to disarm suspicion. But alas there was no evidence. His claims stood so Ayana had to embrace them for now, quietly humming "When lords took our lands and not a man made a stand - we were hopeless for many long yeeeeeearrrrrrs. But then he came to our town with no respect for a crown, our hero named Raven Cowaaaal"

Her melody meshed with breeze-touched branches as the group walked. And soon her verse bridged to another, before she suddenly stopped — as if pulled from a trance to explain "See! He was not angered Amalia! You have to understand that my culture is one of openness and acceptance. Even for career criminal offenders like Jace! We only ask questions for our curiosity, and to know each other on a deeper level than you humans can understand."

Then she paused a moment, glancing over the seafood swap with confusion. How were so many trout equal to one blue-scale? It made absolutely no sense, which was typical of human behavior by now. And once again she skewed her perplexed face, consumed with questions like why do these people obsess over useless objects... are shiny objects actually valuable? Or do they really think 'oooooh shiny' when paying arms and legs?

The first option was unlikely. The second made less sense than human romance rituals, which made absolutely no sense already. But momentary confusion faded as she changed gears, suggesting "I can't help but agree with Amalia about the blue-scale Helena.... But our cultures have different values of course. Maybe if the scales exploded, they would be worth more to elves? No matter! Soon I will find more of them and you can all trade your catches to me. When we return I will be called the best fisher!"

Electric confidence buzzed as she bounded beside the widening river. Based on how the narrow waterway was spreading, it would soon become a delta and merge with Ivory Lake. There was some ground to cover before the juncture, but the fishers neared with every grass crunching step. Perhaps they would arrive in time to witness the action brewing between the others.

Anne Boolean BriiAngelic Taigakitt MythyDW

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Aedzel Phriln

Aedzel looked at Daisy with furrowed brows and troubled eyes as the latter left and Daisy went to follow. She could only mentally sigh as the events of the night tired her without her even noticing. It was a mistake coming here, she thought to herself before her attention was taken by the only person she knew.

"Perhaps." She said to him, following his gaze and finds his tent that he had offered to her. "Thank you, I feel bad that I don't remember you." A lie, she feels bad deceiving him. "Good night." She whispered softly as the other Quetzola left for another tent. She stopped just in front of the tent, her hand already pushing the fold out of the way. She closed her eyes and took in a breath before finally going in.

She dropped her bag to the floor with a solemn look in her eyes, it felt heavy and she could drift to sleep in a matter of seconds but she didn't want to. Regrets and guilt that she buried deep down have resurfaced and left her heart empty once again. Laying her back, she tried to make herself feel comfortable, shifting from one position to another. She drifted to sleep two minutes later, nightmares one after another taking over her dreams as her heart remained troubled.

mention: Taigakitt Fred Colon || interaction: Arcanist