Rory
Not much else happened—
He stood there in a sea of ghosts telling the world to hush, and then.. there just.. wasn't a whole lot else: justWessex by his side, both guardian and partner, a shadow he had no doubt could easily reach across his head to eat anyone who approached.
And between them was another. Masked, its face hidden behind bone white porcelain. Ludo itself stood between the Naturals, head tilted, and Rory's brain read it like an animal: curiosity. Like an old bear in a forest glade, listening. Like a wild thing watching the tame, and wondering.
Then it was gone, along with the figure that had remained to deliver its ominous message, but something else had arrived. A lit lantern stood between his feet, its color and aesthetic reminiscent of Ludo's—and honestly, who else could be responsible?
Wary and tired and curious all at the same time, Rory picked the thing up. He tried to stay away from the Gods, and Abandoned as he was, they rarely sought him out. That Ludo would leave him a gift, and without an obvious reason.. well, let's just say that he doubted it'd turn out to only be a gift. It was pretty, though.
Then he felt Wessex's gaze upon him, and met it with surprising steadiness. He returned the nod, was surprised by her parting touch, and watched her melt away into the swell of bodies.
Well. He had nothing more to do here. Besides, he was acutely aware of Ronin in the crowd, and though he was bitter about tonight's proceeding, he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the man. Silently Rory followed Wessex into the throng, going to collect his mortal lanterns and his thoughts and his heart and go home to the safety and comfort of his animals.
He stood there in a sea of ghosts telling the world to hush, and then.. there just.. wasn't a whole lot else: just
And between them was another. Masked, its face hidden behind bone white porcelain. Ludo itself stood between the Naturals, head tilted, and Rory's brain read it like an animal: curiosity. Like an old bear in a forest glade, listening. Like a wild thing watching the tame, and wondering.
Then it was gone, along with the figure that had remained to deliver its ominous message, but something else had arrived. A lit lantern stood between his feet, its color and aesthetic reminiscent of Ludo's—and honestly, who else could be responsible?
Wary and tired and curious all at the same time, Rory picked the thing up. He tried to stay away from the Gods, and Abandoned as he was, they rarely sought him out. That Ludo would leave him a gift, and without an obvious reason.. well, let's just say that he doubted it'd turn out to only be a gift. It was pretty, though.
Then he felt Wessex's gaze upon him, and met it with surprising steadiness. He returned the nod, was surprised by her parting touch, and watched her melt away into the swell of bodies.
Well. He had nothing more to do here. Besides, he was acutely aware of Ronin in the crowd, and though he was bitter about tonight's proceeding, he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the man. Silently Rory followed Wessex into the throng, going to collect his mortal lanterns and his thoughts and his heart and go home to the safety and comfort of his animals.
