Hester
You think you're hanging with the winners, girl
The journey to the portal is longer than any Hester has taken before, taking her deeper in the Fangs than she is truly comfortable with. But the payoff is worth it when she sees the swirling mists of the portal. When she steps through it, a certain priest's warnings utterly forgotten. She steps out into a dusty-looking field, beyond it a battered landscape, cast in deep shadow by the jagged pillar she had emerged from.
Hester hastened towards the buildings, if nothing else, there was the chance she would find someone.
To her surprise though, the ruins seemed almost bustling, stalls set up, people milling around. It seemed these walls housed more people than she'd ever seen before, Hester having to pause for a moment to close her gaping mouth, wide eyes trying to take in everything.
When she starts walking, it's slow, utterly distracted, the attuned's head swivelling to and fro, trying to take in everything. Everything except the path she's following, that is.
Hester hastened towards the buildings, if nothing else, there was the chance she would find someone.
To her surprise though, the ruins seemed almost bustling, stalls set up, people milling around. It seemed these walls housed more people than she'd ever seen before, Hester having to pause for a moment to close her gaping mouth, wide eyes trying to take in everything.
When she starts walking, it's slow, utterly distracted, the attuned's head swivelling to and fro, trying to take in everything. Everything except the path she's following, that is.
cause you never seen 'em lose
