Who: Pharaun Mizzrym and Ryld Argith
Where: Espoir
Style: Whatever you want, Reppy. Started in third, feel free to change it.
Status: Closed. I'll have Pharaun participate in an open one later for those who were interested. ♥
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The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us. )
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Caught off his guard and blinded, Pharaun smacked into something hard. It was like running into the wall of a cave that had been padded lightly in warm fungus. Blinking, Pharaun stepped back and attempted to examine what he suspected was a person.
"Pardon me," he mumbled, not really accustomed to apologizing. It had been his fault though, however unintentional it might have been.
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Grunting as something, no...someone, walked right into him and almost caused him to stumble and slip again. Ryld caught his footing though and narrowed his eyes, not from the light, but in annoyance. He was about to make a comment when he froze on the spot. His eyes widened, despite the pain and stared down at someone familiar.
"...Pharaun?"
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"Ryld..." The name came out as a breath of air, a gust of disbelief hanging between them. Pharaun's heart pounded suddenly in his chest and he swallowed nervously. Ryld had died, had been ripped to shreds by Jeggred in an unforgiving world far from home. Pharaun was speechless.
Ryld couldn't have betrayed them. True, Pharaun had betrayed his friend, had left him for dead all those months before, but Ryld wouldn't have gone over to Eilistraee, however enchanted with the Melarn daughter he might have been.
Might be.
What was going on?
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The Ryld he thought he knew would have taken the message to their beloved city either way.
Clearly, the Ryld he thought he knew was long dead, in more ways than the obvious.
The wizard shifted slightly on the cold tiles that comprised the floor of the room. How strange, to feel something so cold that wasn't soft like the cursed snow. It was almost like sitting on ice, though without the slickness. He thought about speaking aloud, making an observation, but changed his mind. The silence would press on Ryld enough to speak eventually.
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