01-19-2022, 10:04 AM
Dark energy.
It permeated the air, fouling it. Cheri doubted it was this place, (even if there was a dark undercurrent lingering around these ancient grounds) thinking the pressure came from somewhere else. It filled her nostrils with a rancid odor, leaking from a source she couldn’t quite single out.
Obscene moved, brushing his healing across her torn and tattered body wordlessly. For an instant Cheri thought to speak; she opened her mouth, formed a word, and then let the empty promise die on her tongue. If there was anything to be found at the drowned site - a lingering scent, a magical remnant - there was no guarantee it would lead to finding his son. Cheri kept her false hope to herself, where it belonged, and accepted the Fae Prince’s help as quietly as he gave it.
Alright.
She lifted her head, having nearly forgotten Aela in the moment.
“Hmm.” Cheri murmured.
Was she really in a mood to strike a bargain with the little troublemaker? She could always wait, bide her time without the palomino’s help until she was better, then take a flight and see this “Landbridge” for herself.
But… if there were horses to be found, (Obscene’s remaining family included) then time was of the essence. Cheri may have forgotten the order or reason behind making herself and Ob disappear out of time, but she hadn’t forgotten the life she’d lived before. Her own father was still missing; she harbored a heart that wouldn’t give up hope of finding him again.
“As my cousins would say: there’s many a way to skin a wildcat.” Cheri stood at Obscene’s side, the full view of his gilded profile seen at the corner of her eye, “I’ll do what I can about Fyr and Wherewolf. You have my word.”
It permeated the air, fouling it. Cheri doubted it was this place, (even if there was a dark undercurrent lingering around these ancient grounds) thinking the pressure came from somewhere else. It filled her nostrils with a rancid odor, leaking from a source she couldn’t quite single out.
Obscene moved, brushing his healing across her torn and tattered body wordlessly. For an instant Cheri thought to speak; she opened her mouth, formed a word, and then let the empty promise die on her tongue. If there was anything to be found at the drowned site - a lingering scent, a magical remnant - there was no guarantee it would lead to finding his son. Cheri kept her false hope to herself, where it belonged, and accepted the Fae Prince’s help as quietly as he gave it.
Alright.
She lifted her head, having nearly forgotten Aela in the moment.
“Hmm.” Cheri murmured.
Was she really in a mood to strike a bargain with the little troublemaker? She could always wait, bide her time without the palomino’s help until she was better, then take a flight and see this “Landbridge” for herself.
But… if there were horses to be found, (Obscene’s remaining family included) then time was of the essence. Cheri may have forgotten the order or reason behind making herself and Ob disappear out of time, but she hadn’t forgotten the life she’d lived before. Her own father was still missing; she harbored a heart that wouldn’t give up hope of finding him again.
“As my cousins would say: there’s many a way to skin a wildcat.” Cheri stood at Obscene’s side, the full view of his gilded profile seen at the corner of her eye, “I’ll do what I can about Fyr and Wherewolf. You have my word.”
@Obscene