// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
"Fuckin' hell!" This is certainly not how the courtesan wanted the day to go. Especially a the insects start to flit and obsess over him. So much so that he utilizes his wind magic to try and create a gust to push them away – which of course distracts him enough that he doesn’t notice the muddy holes, sinking into the mud. Grimacing, he can hear Zavien’s comment calling out to him, and he looks up toward the tree – but it meant he needed to get out of here first. The stone plunks next to him and he uses his telekinesis to bring it closer and prevent it from sinking so that he can utilize it.
It’s a mixture of a few things that gets the courtesan out of the mud and grumpily batting away the mosquitoes, trying to brush away some of the dirt that only seems to coat him more like war paint at this point. “Gods. Okay. Let’s see.” He says with an exhale that almost seems defeated, he grabs a stone and tosses it toward the bottom of a tree to see it not start to immediately sink, and he starts to maneuver that way, following Zavien’s advice with the snapped stakes and cattails, while trying to make that path through the more stable parts of the earth.
Hawthorn pulls himself out of the mud and bats at the mosquitoes (magic included) and follows Zavien’s advice with utilizing stones and altered stakes to find a more stable path through the bog!
It’s a mixture of a few things that gets the courtesan out of the mud and grumpily batting away the mosquitoes, trying to brush away some of the dirt that only seems to coat him more like war paint at this point. “Gods. Okay. Let’s see.” He says with an exhale that almost seems defeated, he grabs a stone and tosses it toward the bottom of a tree to see it not start to immediately sink, and he starts to maneuver that way, following Zavien’s advice with the snapped stakes and cattails, while trying to make that path through the more stable parts of the earth.
Hawthorn pulls himself out of the mud and bats at the mosquitoes (magic included) and follows Zavien’s advice with utilizing stones and altered stakes to find a more stable path through the bog!
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
