Eternity RPC Board
09-16-2018, 01:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-16-2018, 01:40 AM by Seperallis.)
She is a witch," Nevina corrected in low and hushed whispers, stifling the squeal in her "s." She added tersely, "and she can hear you."
Nevina withdrew her flute from its long sleeve before once again capping it, holding the instrument delicately in one hand with the mouth piece away from her. She plucked one of the flowers with her free hand, and then several more before stuffing them into the opening. Passing a glance in the declining light to her erstwhile protege, she surrendered a soft exhale of concentration, mouthing a string of words while vigorously rubbing the pads of her thumb and middle finger together until a small flame arose from the latter; cupping the light with the rest of her hand, she touched the flame to the packed flowers and sharply, rhythmically drew breath from the flute's end as one lights a tobacco pipe.
Satisfied with the steady string of white fumes adding a note of cinder to the honeyed aromas around her, the elf vigorously shook the small flame from her lit hand as her finger began to protest its abuse. She then held the instrument aloft and steady in both hands before exhaling completely, then inhaling slowly and deeply through the impromptu smoking pipe, twisting her face and her neck while visibly choking back the urge to spit out the vile vapor for the better part of a minute.
Finally, relief came as she softly exhaled the fine mist, and then continued to exhale endlessly while cautiously setting forth through the field of flowers.
The sun and its last rays disappeared fully beyond the horizon minutes after, yest despite only having the stars to guide them, Nevina's footing remained measured and solid, always scanning ahead and viewing their course as if in broad daylight.
This leg of the journey took close to half an hour to traverse the maybe quarter mile (or so it seemed, judging distances grew difficult in the lack of light and detail) to the apparent cottage, much of the time spent zigging this way and zagging the other, doubling and redoubling through an almost-maze, the duo on a ship and Nevina its captain through a floral sea. With each twist and turn Elke could swear she could see the faintest of sparkles, maybe even a dim string of faerie lights playing off the thin cloud from the elf's nose and mouth before being abruptly, if very carefully, led away.
Onward and ever closer the pressed before finding themselves at the front stump - or really the only stump - of the cottage. Even up close, Elke could only be certain of three things: the cottage was a small sight larger than first appeared, it was really very quite old and slightly too ventilated, and a person definitely moved within, if barely so. With goal in hand, Nevina took the thankful moment to manage several deep and well-needed breaths, and expelling the last wisps of smoke.
Before much else could be done or said, a quaking voice with an owlish timbre crowed from within the hovel, "Well don't just stand outside my door like a rogue Nevvy, get on in with you. And bring your friend, I do so love company!"
Nevina 1d20 rolled for a total of: 15 (15)
Nevina withdrew her flute from its long sleeve before once again capping it, holding the instrument delicately in one hand with the mouth piece away from her. She plucked one of the flowers with her free hand, and then several more before stuffing them into the opening. Passing a glance in the declining light to her erstwhile protege, she surrendered a soft exhale of concentration, mouthing a string of words while vigorously rubbing the pads of her thumb and middle finger together until a small flame arose from the latter; cupping the light with the rest of her hand, she touched the flame to the packed flowers and sharply, rhythmically drew breath from the flute's end as one lights a tobacco pipe.
Satisfied with the steady string of white fumes adding a note of cinder to the honeyed aromas around her, the elf vigorously shook the small flame from her lit hand as her finger began to protest its abuse. She then held the instrument aloft and steady in both hands before exhaling completely, then inhaling slowly and deeply through the impromptu smoking pipe, twisting her face and her neck while visibly choking back the urge to spit out the vile vapor for the better part of a minute.
Finally, relief came as she softly exhaled the fine mist, and then continued to exhale endlessly while cautiously setting forth through the field of flowers.
The sun and its last rays disappeared fully beyond the horizon minutes after, yest despite only having the stars to guide them, Nevina's footing remained measured and solid, always scanning ahead and viewing their course as if in broad daylight.
This leg of the journey took close to half an hour to traverse the maybe quarter mile (or so it seemed, judging distances grew difficult in the lack of light and detail) to the apparent cottage, much of the time spent zigging this way and zagging the other, doubling and redoubling through an almost-maze, the duo on a ship and Nevina its captain through a floral sea. With each twist and turn Elke could swear she could see the faintest of sparkles, maybe even a dim string of faerie lights playing off the thin cloud from the elf's nose and mouth before being abruptly, if very carefully, led away.
Onward and ever closer the pressed before finding themselves at the front stump - or really the only stump - of the cottage. Even up close, Elke could only be certain of three things: the cottage was a small sight larger than first appeared, it was really very quite old and slightly too ventilated, and a person definitely moved within, if barely so. With goal in hand, Nevina took the thankful moment to manage several deep and well-needed breaths, and expelling the last wisps of smoke.
Before much else could be done or said, a quaking voice with an owlish timbre crowed from within the hovel, "Well don't just stand outside my door like a rogue Nevvy, get on in with you. And bring your friend, I do so love company!"
Nevina 1d20 rolled for a total of: 15 (15)