"Not at all. I can do this!" Naros said, bounding to the end of the line, careful to keep a healthy distance between himself and the headian carrying the stretcher. It wouldn't do to trip and tangle them up, and he doubted the wounded scout would appreciate the tumble.
As soon as he'd taken his post, the formation began trekking up one of the larger pathways that led out of the Brutes' main living space. The tunnel was wide enough for the headians to travel unencumbered, but what fascinated Naros the most was how *high* the opening was. He couldn't see where the fissure ended; it was as if a giant entity had swung an axe at the earth, and they were currently walking along the path where the tool had stopped its descent.
He kept a lookout as best he could, ignoring the groaning scout and his bloody foot lest he lose his lunch. Keeping his head up was starting to give him cricks, however, and he stretched his aching muscles while briefly lowering his head to look at the ground by his feet. His breath caught as he noticed that his shadow had returned to its usual color, lacking the depth that signalled Kinosa was lurking in it. He whipped his head around, frantic in his search, until he caught a glimpse of purple light up by a faraway ledge, cleverly camouflaged amidst the light of nearby crystals.
He sighed in relief.
Still here.
Now that he was a bit calmer, the initial panic dulled to a simmering anxiety, he guessed he should have been expecting it. After all, she could only stay in her shadowed realm for so long.
-
From where she was following the escort group, Kinosa was having similar thoughts. It would have been so much simpler to stay hidden by Whirl's shade, but she had begun to feel the intoxicating pull of slumber, the siren's call that was always echoing around her world. While she'd willingly fallen to it time and time again, this once, she was too invested to let herself succumb to its temptation. She could never know how long each 'hibernation' would be, and there was no way she was taking the risk of waking up in a few decades and missing all the excitement of the headian's return!
Hiding the glow from her crown was also a hassle she'd like to avoid for as long as possible, even if it meant losing some tidbits of information due to the distance she'd have to keep from the travellers below.
Renya
"Not at all. I can do this!" Naros said, bounding to the end of the line, careful to keep a healthy distance between himself and the headian carrying the stretcher. It wouldn't do to trip and tangle them up, and he doubted the wounded scout would appreciate the tumble. As soon as he'd taken his post, the formation began trekking up one of the larger pathways that led out of the Brutes' main living space. The tunnel was wide enough for the headians to travel unencumbered, but what fascinated Naros the most was how *high* the opening was. He couldn't see where the fissure ended; it was as if a giant entity had swung an axe at the earth, and they were currently walking along the path where the tool had stopped its descent. He kept a lookout as best he could, ignoring the groaning scout and his bloody foot lest he lose his lunch. Keeping his head up was starting to give him cricks, however, and he stretched his aching muscles while briefly lowering his head to look at the ground by his feet. His breath caught as he noticed that his shadow had returned to its usual color, lacking the depth that signalled Kinosa was lurking in it. He whipped his head around, frantic in his search, until he caught a glimpse of purple light up by a faraway ledge, cleverly camouflaged amidst the light of nearby crystals. He sighed in relief. Still here. Now that he was a bit calmer, the initial panic dulled to a simmering anxiety, he guessed he should have been expecting it. After all, she could only stay in her shadowed realm for so long. - From where she was following the escort group, Kinosa was having similar thoughts. It would have been so much simpler to stay hidden by Whirl's shade, but she had begun to feel the intoxicating pull of slumber, the siren's call that was always echoing around her world. While she'd willingly fallen to it time and time again, this once, she was too invested to let herself succumb to its temptation. She could never know how long each 'hibernation' would be, and there was no way she was taking the risk of waking up in a few decades and missing all the excitement of the headian's return! Hiding the glow from her crown was also a hassle she'd like to avoid for as long as possible, even if it meant losing some tidbits of information due to the distance she'd have to keep from the travellers below.
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