Ruhr
02-20-2025, 04:31 PM
Like most of the natives of this place, she is taller than he. It’s not the height that causes the feathers along Ruhr’s spine to itch with the desire to flare in warning, nor is it the sharp glint of too many glowing teeth. Even without the teeth, the glint in her eyes is predatory.
Even protected as he is by the Moon, Ruhr is neither a fool nor immune to pain, and takes a single step back as she climbs from the water. Not enough to seem fearful (he hopes), but to give her space. To give himself enough space too, to wield the Moon’s magic and petrify the aquatic creature if she were to attack.
Well, at least enough room to try and petrify her; with his lack of experience he would have to pray the Moon granted him strength to do more than turn her fetlocks to stone. He’d been lucky the one time he’d used it before, Ruhr knows that now. He is not eager to try petrification again, but despite his emotional state he will do what is necessary to limp away from this encounter.
But she seems content to talk, her answer to his question the very opposite of reassuring. He will ask the Moon about this one, he decides, if only to be sure that his fate is not to be eaten.
When she confirms that the sea is as empty as the sky, Ruhr smiles.
Perhaps the Baltians have disappeared entirely.
Ruhr can only hope.
He wonders briefly how his ancient enemy had reacted to the aquatic natives of this place. There could have been a battle for the seas, he realizes, but instead there are only empty waves. Or maybe the Beqannaians had won, if this grinning creature is anything to go by.
“Underground?” He muses, voicing the only place the pair of them had not ventured. He’s heard tales of fiery and magical mountains; perhaps there are living things within them that he has never considered.
As he speaks he shifts his weight, appearing more comfortable. That he is poised to leap into the air in flight Ruhr hopes is not apparent to the kelpie. She’s not done anything dangerous beyond existing, he reasons, and surely the reflection of the half-Moon visible in the river behind her would warn him of more. He is less sure of the permanent safety of the handful of horses he does know of, so rather than mention the Gates, he says what he knows the Moon would want him to.
“That seems like a rather small dream.”
@Claudia
ooc: so I read your post and then I wrote a reply and then I reread it my post and see some things don't quite make sense in context but if its totally unintelligible just let me know and I'll blame excessive amounts of DayQuil and will edit lol
Even protected as he is by the Moon, Ruhr is neither a fool nor immune to pain, and takes a single step back as she climbs from the water. Not enough to seem fearful (he hopes), but to give her space. To give himself enough space too, to wield the Moon’s magic and petrify the aquatic creature if she were to attack.
Well, at least enough room to try and petrify her; with his lack of experience he would have to pray the Moon granted him strength to do more than turn her fetlocks to stone. He’d been lucky the one time he’d used it before, Ruhr knows that now. He is not eager to try petrification again, but despite his emotional state he will do what is necessary to limp away from this encounter.
But she seems content to talk, her answer to his question the very opposite of reassuring. He will ask the Moon about this one, he decides, if only to be sure that his fate is not to be eaten.
When she confirms that the sea is as empty as the sky, Ruhr smiles.
Perhaps the Baltians have disappeared entirely.
Ruhr can only hope.
He wonders briefly how his ancient enemy had reacted to the aquatic natives of this place. There could have been a battle for the seas, he realizes, but instead there are only empty waves. Or maybe the Beqannaians had won, if this grinning creature is anything to go by.
“Underground?” He muses, voicing the only place the pair of them had not ventured. He’s heard tales of fiery and magical mountains; perhaps there are living things within them that he has never considered.
As he speaks he shifts his weight, appearing more comfortable. That he is poised to leap into the air in flight Ruhr hopes is not apparent to the kelpie. She’s not done anything dangerous beyond existing, he reasons, and surely the reflection of the half-Moon visible in the river behind her would warn him of more. He is less sure of the permanent safety of the handful of horses he does know of, so rather than mention the Gates, he says what he knows the Moon would want him to.
“That seems like a rather small dream.”
@Claudia
ooc: so I read your post and then I wrote a reply and then I reread it my post and see some things don't quite make sense in context but if its totally unintelligible just let me know and I'll blame excessive amounts of DayQuil and will edit lol