[Open Commentlog] - Old Persian - Found Prince 001

[makesowndestiny]

[Unfortunately, Dastan only reads that very first line written by Lord Deior before he snapped the journal closed, frowning before absent-mindedly tucking it into his belt. Sorry, Deior, but he believes he has a way to fix this, and if time isn't on his side he has to move now so it soon will be. First objective: find the dagger. He certainly can't

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[makesowndestiny]

[Scrunching his face in displeasure at his blunder, Dastan makes a mental note to step more carefully and look for ice next time he scales the roofs. He hangs, gathering his bearings and waiting for the world to right itself in his mind's eye.]

Well. That was fun. This is why living in the desert is so much nicer.

[Then Dastan realizes he is not alone in his embarrassed failure, and twists his body to awkwardly glance behind him at the woman there. A blond woman. He stares, wondering where in the world he was to be in a place covered with freezing snow and people who spoke different languages.]

Fine. Ah--I-I'll be going now.

[His words are cheery, if not perhaps a little forced in his panic at dealing with another pretty woman, and Dastan quickly turns to face the keep's stone wall, gets a foothold, and climbs the rope half a foot before his footing slips on more ice and he tumbles fulling to the ground.]

I hate ice. [Lying sprawled on his back, Dastan looks in Bryn's general direction.] Have I ever mentioned I hate ice? [

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan stops fidgeting at that. Stops moving entirely.]

So you think the world is truly gone, then? That beyond this place lies... nothing?

[Dread filled him. Anguish. Denial. He could still save everyone, couldn't he? With the dagger.]

[brynkitten]

[Bryn hesitates here, and wets her lips briefly, trying to think of how to answer him. It seems best to be honest.]

I think it is likely, but there are others who do not agree and suspect the truth has not been given entirely.

[Trying to be comforting, she reached out to pat his lower arm before continuing to write.]

But I've also been told that there are steps being taken to...save who can be saved while they try to reverse the damage as well.

[makesowndestiny]

[Dastan stares, a feeling of ill-tiding growing in the pit of his stomach. He must not believe it to be true. Or at least--had to believe he could change it and save the world. He offers Bryn a slightly dazed smile at that pat, mind still trying to comprehend what being here might mean.]

But how?

[His tone is so broken.]

What 'steps'?

[It wasn't good enough. The knowledge Dastan held about that dagger, along with his capabilities, was all Dastan wished to put faith in at this point in time.]