Longer I run; Voudou, Any

[Jason]

The situation seemed to be of epic misfortune. Nothing had gone as planned, and Jason was at a lost for what he should do. He had never before been looked at with such disdain especially after he had spoken kind words. The look in Voudou’s eyes and the lashing of her tongue stung deeply. He felt like he was standing before a firing squad awaiting his death. The poisoned darted eyes didn’t stop their hatred when Jason frowned. He felt the utter torment within them, and he felt the stark desire for him to disappear. Jason simply stood and stared. His mind had grown swollen in both confusion and sadness. Jason could have been there forever had Fiasko not broken the conversation and stare between Voudou and himself. Voudou’s last mumbled words had barely registered. Jason had simply grown numb toward the attack, and his heart had simply turned and ached for his own acceptance in her eyes. Sadly there would be none of that, and with Fiasko’s matter-of-fact words the glaze in his eyes began to fade away. ”The plan? Well..I can turn the mud into dirt, then we can simply dig her out or she may be able to just pull herself out of it.” He directed his speech toward Fiasko for he was too exhausted to speak of the plan to Voudou. With little encouragement Jason swayed his head toward the mud in front of him and edged his hoof onto the surface. He focused his magic, weak yet still accessible. Slowly the water evaporated from the mud turning it into dry, coarse earth. ”You’re free.” He spoke deadpan to Voudou. jason magical son of eol and ashling