VESPER
Vesper watches the last of the herd settle around the broken riverbed, their restlessness spreading out into the practical business of water, fencing, and feed. The work has not made anything simpler, but it has at least given the day a shape, and in that shape there has been enough room to keep moving.
Colt and Thorn head toward the fencing, and Vesper lets his attention pass over them without lingering, though the effort of it sits tight through his shifted body. Niki being left to help with water might look cruel from a distance, given the uneven ground and the long day already behind them, but Vesper judges it the kinder option compared to sending him back along the trail to search for anything that might have been lost. The route behind them has too much distance, too much churned earth, and too many places where a missed bundle or dropped tool might disappear into the grass
He turns one black ear toward Sunjata and sends his voice through the attuned bond, dry and low beneath the shape of it. I’ll check and see if we dropped anythin'. If you don’t see me back, means we didn’t and I went home.
With that, Vesper angles away from the riverbed and starts back along the path they carved through the land, his pace steady rather than hurried. His dark head lowers as he goes, pale eyes sweeping the trampled grass, the scuffed soil, and the places where the herd had bunched or scattered. Whatever comes next can wait behind him for a while. For now, there is only the trail, the fading marks of their passage, and the simple task of finding what has been left behind.
Vesp checks for anything left behind
Colt and Thorn head toward the fencing, and Vesper lets his attention pass over them without lingering, though the effort of it sits tight through his shifted body. Niki being left to help with water might look cruel from a distance, given the uneven ground and the long day already behind them, but Vesper judges it the kinder option compared to sending him back along the trail to search for anything that might have been lost. The route behind them has too much distance, too much churned earth, and too many places where a missed bundle or dropped tool might disappear into the grass
He turns one black ear toward Sunjata and sends his voice through the attuned bond, dry and low beneath the shape of it. I’ll check and see if we dropped anythin'. If you don’t see me back, means we didn’t and I went home.
With that, Vesper angles away from the riverbed and starts back along the path they carved through the land, his pace steady rather than hurried. His dark head lowers as he goes, pale eyes sweeping the trampled grass, the scuffed soil, and the places where the herd had bunched or scattered. Whatever comes next can wait behind him for a while. For now, there is only the trail, the fading marks of their passage, and the simple task of finding what has been left behind.
Vesp checks for anything left behind
Will I ever quit playing with matches?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
