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[The camera feed flicks on. The trees rise around like tall, brooding sentinels, still and silent and watchful. The waxing moon is far away tonight, giving only a little light, enough to illuminate the blackness with dark blue and green. As the eyes grow more accustomed, the shapes grow more pronounced. It’s almost possible to see the faces stare out from the gnarled wood, the curtain of leaves and needles.
The poor visibility seems to be of little consequence to the one walking through. The video swings for a moment, showing a glimpse of Sheik’s face - near covered between the cowl and the fall of blond hair, the light just catching in a crimson eye. It wheels back - showing the large crow perched on his shoulder, not so much black as an absence of light but for the gleam in its oddly purple eyes - to show what lies ahead. The path along the forest.]
So that’s how it works…
[Back up again, and a pale, opalescent light flickers out amongst the depths of the forest. Sheik’s head turns, visible eyebrow furrowing. The crow beats its wings - the Sheikah’s fingers catch the bird’s feet and hold him in place. The crow glances at him. He shakes his head.
The light flickers again. Inviting, almost. The Sheikah frowns for a moment, and continues walking.]
"How careful you’re being…"
Should I curtail such, my lord?
[A pause, and he looks at the camera for a moment, turning his attention to it before looking back down the way they‘re doing. The communicator is hooked onto something, presumably onto the tabard, showing what lies ahead - the labyrinth of trees and the thin path, likely a deer path, that Sheik is following.]
There is something more at work here than was present before - some glamour in the air woven to confuse and unnerve. It seems we have little defense against it… Be careful.
[The camera sways just a little with each step he takes, a steady, rhythmic beat. The trees are growing sparser. The sliver of moonlight shimmers on the dark loch surface up ahead.
Abruptly, the movement stops.
And then Sheik crouches, the view becoming one of the thicket of heather and bracken.
Another voice filters over the feed from the direction of the water - or the shore. It‘s a sad, anxious voice, perhaps fearful.]
Lost… lost…
[There are no footsteps, but a gentle, almost melodious clicking. Sheik moves lower and then slips sidewards.]
"Are you going to look further, shadow?"
I would sooner see what there is than be left unaware.
Lost! Lost…
[He creeps forward through the trees, down to where the soil smoothes into sand and rock. There is a figure up ahead. Under the cover of the trees, Sheik straightens. Somewhere, another light flickers, like a distant lantern - he shifts to catch sight of it, to keep it in the periphery of his vision - and the clicking stops. Restarts, elsewhere.
His voice is low, and the frown is audible in his voice.]
More trickery. We would do well to go back this night.
Lost! Lost! Lost…
The poor visibility seems to be of little consequence to the one walking through. The video swings for a moment, showing a glimpse of Sheik’s face - near covered between the cowl and the fall of blond hair, the light just catching in a crimson eye. It wheels back - showing the large crow perched on his shoulder, not so much black as an absence of light but for the gleam in its oddly purple eyes - to show what lies ahead. The path along the forest.]
So that’s how it works…
[Back up again, and a pale, opalescent light flickers out amongst the depths of the forest. Sheik’s head turns, visible eyebrow furrowing. The crow beats its wings - the Sheikah’s fingers catch the bird’s feet and hold him in place. The crow glances at him. He shakes his head.
The light flickers again. Inviting, almost. The Sheikah frowns for a moment, and continues walking.]
"How careful you’re being…"
Should I curtail such, my lord?
[A pause, and he looks at the camera for a moment, turning his attention to it before looking back down the way they‘re doing. The communicator is hooked onto something, presumably onto the tabard, showing what lies ahead - the labyrinth of trees and the thin path, likely a deer path, that Sheik is following.]
There is something more at work here than was present before - some glamour in the air woven to confuse and unnerve. It seems we have little defense against it… Be careful.
[The camera sways just a little with each step he takes, a steady, rhythmic beat. The trees are growing sparser. The sliver of moonlight shimmers on the dark loch surface up ahead.
Abruptly, the movement stops.
And then Sheik crouches, the view becoming one of the thicket of heather and bracken.
Another voice filters over the feed from the direction of the water - or the shore. It‘s a sad, anxious voice, perhaps fearful.]
Lost… lost…
[There are no footsteps, but a gentle, almost melodious clicking. Sheik moves lower and then slips sidewards.]
"Are you going to look further, shadow?"
I would sooner see what there is than be left unaware.
Lost! Lost…
[He creeps forward through the trees, down to where the soil smoothes into sand and rock. There is a figure up ahead. Under the cover of the trees, Sheik straightens. Somewhere, another light flickers, like a distant lantern - he shifts to catch sight of it, to keep it in the periphery of his vision - and the clicking stops. Restarts, elsewhere.
His voice is low, and the frown is audible in his voice.]
More trickery. We would do well to go back this night.
Lost! Lost! Lost…