there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Uncharacteristically content to trail in Flora's wake whilst he completes his mental map of this section of the Greatwood, Jack lets his eyes land only briefly on the merchant before moving on, taking in the homes built into the canopies overhead, the stalls and businesses - some within hollows of trees - and the glittering river that runs through it all. Even at night it makes for a picturesque walk; if Jack couldn't feel the tension and suspicion from the Fae all around, he'd be inclined to believe it too.
His eyes land back on Flora and he's about to prompt her to elaborate when she swings on a tangent, Jack tilting his head as he follows after her. "The Wishing Wagon," he repeats, able to glean far, far too little from her thoughts before she's sending out all sorts of messages to the gods damned trees - and if they answer her, it's using no magic that Jack possesses.
Trying to consider whether this is some fairytale bullshit that comes part and parcel with growing up in the Greatwood, he - perhaps wisely - stays silent to see what comes of Flora's request.
His eyes land back on Flora and he's about to prompt her to elaborate when she swings on a tangent, Jack tilting his head as he follows after her. "The Wishing Wagon," he repeats, able to glean far, far too little from her thoughts before she's sending out all sorts of messages to the gods damned trees - and if they answer her, it's using no magic that Jack possesses.
Trying to consider whether this is some fairytale bullshit that comes part and parcel with growing up in the Greatwood, he - perhaps wisely - stays silent to see what comes of Flora's request.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
