Eternity RPC Board
01-01-2017, 11:04 PM
Not at all disappointed by Nevina's conclusion that no thing or person had made a home in these soggy frames clinging feebly to existence, Elke gleaned, instead, from the mage's declaration the excitement of the discovery still yet to be made. The werewolf hadn't stayed here, so there was still work to be done. Still information to be gathered. Still time to be spent under the wing of the cinnamon-haired elf.
If anything, not being right was a blessing.
"Oh," said Elke, trying to sound dejected and not excited.
To the remains of the village, still huddled close in slender form with emaciated ribcages full of wet snails and phlegmatic, moss-eaten geometries falling perpetually into the river, the adventurer gave a final glance as the two moved along.
"Oh!" This time, all of the feigned dejection was gone, replaced ounce-for-ounce with happiness. "Perhaps I could try to divine some guidance for us, Miss Nevina?" Elke was ever scanning the scenery for signs and omens. It had, for at least three years now, become second nature to her. A broken branch here, a strangely colored flower there, and a sunbeam falling just so there were easy enough to spot for anyone mildly astute. But divination was a more intentional process and was more difficult to perform as an auxiliary function to walking, talking and looking.
"Maybe I could see him - the werewolf. Shall I try?"
If anything, not being right was a blessing.
"Oh," said Elke, trying to sound dejected and not excited.
To the remains of the village, still huddled close in slender form with emaciated ribcages full of wet snails and phlegmatic, moss-eaten geometries falling perpetually into the river, the adventurer gave a final glance as the two moved along.
"Oh!" This time, all of the feigned dejection was gone, replaced ounce-for-ounce with happiness. "Perhaps I could try to divine some guidance for us, Miss Nevina?" Elke was ever scanning the scenery for signs and omens. It had, for at least three years now, become second nature to her. A broken branch here, a strangely colored flower there, and a sunbeam falling just so there were easy enough to spot for anyone mildly astute. But divination was a more intentional process and was more difficult to perform as an auxiliary function to walking, talking and looking.
"Maybe I could see him - the werewolf. Shall I try?"