[Incomplete; Openish]
WHO: Nuala, Abe, Aidan, and Jerek (if everyone wants to participate)
WHAT: Aidan and Jerek are taking care of Nuala, Abe goes to help
WHERE: An inn
WHEN: After this post.
Under normal circumstances, Abe would have comported himself with dignity through the streets of the city. He would have also taken the time to hydrate his gills so that when he reached his destination, he would not be severely out of breath. These were not normal circumstances. By virtue of the fact that it contained the map and his extra senses were not working properly to do very well without directions, Abe managed to keep a firm grasp on the journal as he ran down the street, dodging passersby and careening around corners, grace superceded by his need to find Nuala.
Nuala! The princess was alive! She was here! She was alive! But she was ill! Abe's thoughts circled around the joyous revelation that the princess was alive and the alarming news that she was in poor health, allowing him to ignore his rapidly dehydrating gills. What did it matter that he would have difficulty catching his breath? Nuala was here!
But where was the prince? If the princess was alive, that meant that the prince was as well, but Abe hadn't seen any signs of his presence in the journal and Nuada hadn't responded to the entry about Nuala. Perhaps he hadn't arrived yet. Abe didn't waste time entertaining the notion that Nuada might not arrive. The princess was here. The prince would follow. Abe just hoped that things would go better this time around.
Rounding the corner, Abe spotted the inn and skidded to a halt at the door. He double-checked the map in the journal, just to make sure he hadn’t taken a wrong turn in his haste. No, this was it. Opening the door, Abe walked inside.
“Hello?”
WHAT: Aidan and Jerek are taking care of Nuala, Abe goes to help
WHERE: An inn
WHEN: After this post.
Under normal circumstances, Abe would have comported himself with dignity through the streets of the city. He would have also taken the time to hydrate his gills so that when he reached his destination, he would not be severely out of breath. These were not normal circumstances. By virtue of the fact that it contained the map and his extra senses were not working properly to do very well without directions, Abe managed to keep a firm grasp on the journal as he ran down the street, dodging passersby and careening around corners, grace superceded by his need to find Nuala.
Nuala! The princess was alive! She was here! She was alive! But she was ill! Abe's thoughts circled around the joyous revelation that the princess was alive and the alarming news that she was in poor health, allowing him to ignore his rapidly dehydrating gills. What did it matter that he would have difficulty catching his breath? Nuala was here!
But where was the prince? If the princess was alive, that meant that the prince was as well, but Abe hadn't seen any signs of his presence in the journal and Nuada hadn't responded to the entry about Nuala. Perhaps he hadn't arrived yet. Abe didn't waste time entertaining the notion that Nuada might not arrive. The princess was here. The prince would follow. Abe just hoped that things would go better this time around.
Rounding the corner, Abe spotted the inn and skidded to a halt at the door. He double-checked the map in the journal, just to make sure he hadn’t taken a wrong turn in his haste. No, this was it. Opening the door, Abe walked inside.
“Hello?”