The answer wasn’t surprising. It seemed Ru had moved like a ghost, a wraith, again – lingering just under the surface, tangible and real and naught but a wisp of smoke all at once. If she hadn’t done this before, on multiple occasions, and seemed to be fine, according to Frey, he’d be even more concerned and on edge, but the principle matter remaining left him wondering why of all things. Since LongNight, according to Sunjata. Apparently Frey said she was fine, but Flora could not channel her. He left the other inquiries to hang there in silence, a hellhound shake of his head the only hint of his frustration.
The other news caused his attention to wane, eyes narrowing as he glanced back at the tide jaguar. Earthquakes. Not to dissuade or disarm, hoping to offer an alternative to either panic or bedlam, his mind went to previous circumstances, all those years ago in a previous war. Maybe the isle intends to come back down? Did it not go further into the sky during the time we were fighting the Ascended? If that wasn’t the case, however, then things would, and could, go south (heh), quickly. Have you spoken to any of the gods? Or started evacuations? The other regions could serve as safe havens and refuges, given the relative repose otherwise; and it would give leaders’ time to parse through everything else with their citizens safe elsewhere.
The other news caused his attention to wane, eyes narrowing as he glanced back at the tide jaguar. Earthquakes. Not to dissuade or disarm, hoping to offer an alternative to either panic or bedlam, his mind went to previous circumstances, all those years ago in a previous war. Maybe the isle intends to come back down? Did it not go further into the sky during the time we were fighting the Ascended? If that wasn’t the case, however, then things would, and could, go south (
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
