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Relief blooms over the girls features as Deimos supplies the word she’d been looking for, without an ounce of judgement. ”Exactly! There’s just... so much. It’s always moving.” It sounds silly, especially to say out loud instead of just think, but there’s no better way to describe her discomfort. Zuriel is a distraction at least, a wide grin splitting her countenance as the unicorn sniffed at her hand. Hester took it as permission to lift her other hand and stroke down Zuriel’s nose, a touch hesitantly as she remembers at the last second that she is not at all familiar with horse or horse adjacent creatures.
Even distracted by Zuriel, the attuned does not allow herself to lose track of the conversation. ”Not... exactly.” Hester hums, stalling considering, just for a moment, to figure out the best way to summarize her quest. “It gave me a song to play, at a place significant to each Herald. I’d heard Ludo had a place in the Greatwood, so...” She shrugs, the connection easy to make from there.
Hester all but leaps at the chance to help, at the apparent relief that spreads over Deimos’ face when she says she’s seen the antlers. ”Of course.” She is more than happy to turn, and begin trudging back up through her footprints, already beginning to fade away, filled in by blowing powder.
The place she leads them too is not far, up the mountain a ways longer, then around a curve, ending up in a small crease in the mountains where a handful of stubborn trees hang on, the blowing snow concentrated here and filling the spaces around the trees, hollows gaping under the slight protection of their needles. ”I saw them around here.” She offers, a touch of worry entering her voice at the lack of any tell tale glow. ”Matbe... they were buried?”
Even distracted by Zuriel, the attuned does not allow herself to lose track of the conversation. ”Not... exactly.” Hester hums, stalling considering, just for a moment, to figure out the best way to summarize her quest. “It gave me a song to play, at a place significant to each Herald. I’d heard Ludo had a place in the Greatwood, so...” She shrugs, the connection easy to make from there.
Hester all but leaps at the chance to help, at the apparent relief that spreads over Deimos’ face when she says she’s seen the antlers. ”Of course.” She is more than happy to turn, and begin trudging back up through her footprints, already beginning to fade away, filled in by blowing powder.
The place she leads them too is not far, up the mountain a ways longer, then around a curve, ending up in a small crease in the mountains where a handful of stubborn trees hang on, the blowing snow concentrated here and filling the spaces around the trees, hollows gaping under the slight protection of their needles. ”I saw them around here.” She offers, a touch of worry entering her voice at the lack of any tell tale glow. ”Matbe... they were buried?”
Hester
