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chimeralchemist in solluna_city

Winded Candle [active]

Sep 08, 2009 18:31

Character(s): Hex and Nei'ess (possibly others, if any)
Content: After the delegates leave, a wanderer is left
Setting: Library
Warnings: Mindcrazy

( He'd gone to the courtyard. )

nei'ess de magens, active, library, hexan rydel

Comments 25

blackcomfort September 10 2009, 00:45:35 UTC

In Rory and Tyr's absence, Nei'ess tried to be vigilant and responsible. Surely he was too... young or weak or something to handle this himself, but Rory had said he had faith in him. Why that would make it better, he did not know, but it did. He sat on the third floor, still in general meditation but with a corner of his mind set aside to watching his wards and those within it. It was that corner that alerted him to a breach in the request that Rory had made of him.

Hex was heading for the basement again.

Nei'ess scrambled to his feet ungracefully, completely ignoring his surroundings as his sight and mind were focused four stories down. He nearly fell down the stairs as he sprinted down to the first floor. He did fall the last few steps to the basement, faceplanting on the floor. An illusion sprung up around Hex, obscuring any trace of the tunnel.

Rory said we shouldn't go in there. It doesn't go anywhere exciting anyway.

mountain_tree September 10 2009, 02:25:01 UTC

Micas had been drifting gently back towards sleep, comforted by Nei'ess' living heat, when suddenly, with a mad scramble, that heat was gone. Shaking her head groggily as she rose the long distance to her feet, she followed on slower, longer strides, taking the stairs three at a time. If something was wrong, her help could well be needed ( ... )

chimeralchemist September 10 2009, 03:24:12 UTC

"Maybe it goes home," came a flat reply, too low to echo from the bare walls and floor. Hex hadn't even looked back at either Nei'ess or Micas, hazy eyes focused on the space where the blackness would be, outside his light's range.

blackcomfort September 10 2009, 08:38:27 UTC

Vanadevi had followed him. Nei'ess hadn't meant for that to happen, hadn't thought about it. He took her hand up, holding her arm absently for support as he focused on his troubled master.

Hex wasn't making sense. How could anything just... go home? It wasn't impossible given how they had just suddenly arrived here, but that kind of hopeless hope was insane. Nei'ess shook his head. It doesn't. It just goes to another building across the street. We don't even know if it's stable.

Nei'ess released Vanadevi and reached out to the slowly moving Hex, trying to tug him back towards the stairs. Come on, Hex. There's nothing for you down here. This is home for now.

mountain_tree September 10 2009, 14:35:01 UTC

Micas waited by the stairs, brow furrowed as thoughts swarmed around her head.

He wanted to go home so badly he would grasp at straws, go alone into tunnels.

Had home been that wonderful to him?

Was he normal there?

Did people never stare? Or avoid him? Or speak to him as one would a half-witted child? Did he have a tribe that valued him? Was he a pack leader, or even a auger's apprentice? But only back home. . .

No, if he had been either of those things, he would have been able to adapt. But she could not imagine a life so coddled, so free of hardships and the struggle to simply survive, that Solluna would not simply be a different terrain in which to do so.