Bewildered and drawn to silence in the confusion and despondent display, his brows furrowed as the spirit recounted what she’d lost; setting his jaw into a clenching formation. Any relaxation from previous measures and moments had been completely unraveled, and he had to wonder if it was some kind of ruse; a trap, laden and snared, ready for one of them to pluck the right string or wander too close.
But this wasn’t LongNight and the world might’ve simply been unwinding before them – plains upon plains blending together into a strange stranglehold of viciousness and despair. His spine straightened, taut and unyielding all the more as he followed after Kiada, not intending to let her venture any closer to some damnation – and so he too could search for “eyes”. There were no boys to be seen.
Unless others nearby counted – and who was to believe if they were even here as well? His glance went to other wisps of spirits, striving to catch sight of any that seemed young…if that was even the case. He looked at the Harpy out of the corner of his eye again, a protective watch and march, as he finally allowed some speech to flow through his walled chest. “What did they look like?” Either the children or the eyes…
The woman’s head stayed bowed, restless and saddened again. ”Just mere babes, gone, gone gone…hardly more than two.”
But this wasn’t LongNight and the world might’ve simply been unwinding before them – plains upon plains blending together into a strange stranglehold of viciousness and despair. His spine straightened, taut and unyielding all the more as he followed after Kiada, not intending to let her venture any closer to some damnation – and so he too could search for “eyes”. There were no boys to be seen.
Unless others nearby counted – and who was to believe if they were even here as well? His glance went to other wisps of spirits, striving to catch sight of any that seemed young…if that was even the case. He looked at the Harpy out of the corner of his eye again, a protective watch and march, as he finally allowed some speech to flow through his walled chest. “What did they look like?” Either the children or the eyes…
The woman’s head stayed bowed, restless and saddened again. ”Just mere babes, gone, gone gone…hardly more than two.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
