raza
You know what makes a good walking stick? A trident. Ludo would probably shake its head are her oh-so-casual use of the absolutely beautiful weapon it made her, but Raza likes to think it adds a certain… j’nais ce qoi to her evening walks. Or she would if she knew French.
Tonight, however, is different. The moon is mostly covered by the clouds and the ghostly globe seems to hang low over the sea for an eternity. Raza stops and plants herself, staring out at it whilst deep in thought, until something moves in the corner of her eye. As she turns, she recognizes a small figure - Eloise. She gasps, mostly to herself, and freezes for a moment before following the woman’s path - out, out into the sea. “Eloise!” Raza hisses, running for a conveniently beached rowboat, pushing it out into the water.
She knew the woman was the Ark’s navigator and had some powers - but this? Is this walking on water thing new?
Tonight, however, is different. The moon is mostly covered by the clouds and the ghostly globe seems to hang low over the sea for an eternity. Raza stops and plants herself, staring out at it whilst deep in thought, until something moves in the corner of her eye. As she turns, she recognizes a small figure - Eloise. She gasps, mostly to herself, and freezes for a moment before following the woman’s path - out, out into the sea. “Eloise!” Raza hisses, running for a conveniently beached rowboat, pushing it out into the water.
She knew the woman was the Ark’s navigator and had some powers - but this? Is this walking on water thing new?
