.002 [[ Video ]]
[The dreams are gone, but the memory of them, all of them, intrudes upon the priest's meditations. He's been restless ever since, finding perches where he could be alone to think when not sticking close to his best friend, or even his father. He's holding the communicator absently, tossing it back and forth, creating a bouncing view of a thoughtful lilac face and those long, impressively sharp tusks. He eyes the communicator, pausing in his juggling, his expression closed, and likely somewhat hidden by the dark paint over his face.]
...Tell me.
[He pauses, attempting to piece together something informative, before just getting impatient and blurting his question out.]
What kinda voodoo was dat? Seein' dreams dat we shouldn't, it-
[It isn't something Jarzul wants to see. At all. It's also fairly obvious he wants to ask more but can't quite figure out how to say as much, hunching down, and then gripping the communicator as he drops to the forest floor, calling out.]
Rek'alai! Where joo be?
...Tell me.
[He pauses, attempting to piece together something informative, before just getting impatient and blurting his question out.]
What kinda voodoo was dat? Seein' dreams dat we shouldn't, it-
[It isn't something Jarzul wants to see. At all. It's also fairly obvious he wants to ask more but can't quite figure out how to say as much, hunching down, and then gripping the communicator as he drops to the forest floor, calling out.]
Rek'alai! Where joo be?