Deimos was an eagle now?
Of course Deimos was an eagle now. Jigano would have liked to have time to consider the ramifications of that, but the world was shaking and threatening to fall down around them and the General’s new duds would have to wait for another time toenvy admire. The eagle was followed by the unicorn was followed by the otter was followed by—
”Look out!” he called, trying to hold the stones back with the force of his will, but alas he was no Abandoned with telekinesis magic. He winced in sympathy as Kiada took a bruising, sending a pulse of apology through the Attuned link that he hadn’t been able to prevent it.
Well. One upside to Deimos’s new feathers was that they wouldn’t need to talk out loud as much?
He turned his attention to the walls, reassured by the stars and galaxies that he hoped indicated Safrin, but far less comforted by the face with its giant teeth and the strange rectangles - flatter teeth? – nearby. The waterfall brought back memories of the cave-in at the Crimson Cataract, and he grimaced faintly as he made a few quick notes in his journal about the reliefs. By the time he looked up the others had already started moving, and his heart gave a little beat of protest. He had led them down here, it should have been him in front, looking out for dangers and traps and taking the brunt of any unstable stonework.
But he was also so proud of Amalia for so easily taking the lead, taking command in a way it would have been hard to imagine a year ago. Compared to that his petty protest wilted to nothingness and he drew in a breath, raising his head and his lantern to cast light for Deimos and Kiada from the back. He shifted his eyes towards a fox’s and let his ears grow up to furred points as he extended his senses ahead – and behind - as far as he could make them reach, seeking any sign of movement or life that might have been stirred up by the collapse of the tunnel. His eyes were drawn to the reliefs on the walls, though, comparing them to what he had seen before on their last journey through the dark. Keep an eye out for cross tunnels, too, he added to Amalia’s commands. We’ll need to find a different way out, unless Remi can shift that rockfall for us. And there was no guarantee that Isuma and Auni would be able to find the alchemist anytime soon, so best not to count on that until they had no other choice.
Jigano takes a few quick notes on the reliefs, then brings up the rear with his lantern. He shifts his eyes and ears to a fox’s senses and keeps an eye on the writing on the walls, and an ear listening for any creatures the rockfall might have disturbed.
Of course Deimos was an eagle now. Jigano would have liked to have time to consider the ramifications of that, but the world was shaking and threatening to fall down around them and the General’s new duds would have to wait for another time to
”Look out!” he called, trying to hold the stones back with the force of his will, but alas he was no Abandoned with telekinesis magic. He winced in sympathy as Kiada took a bruising, sending a pulse of apology through the Attuned link that he hadn’t been able to prevent it.
Well. One upside to Deimos’s new feathers was that they wouldn’t need to talk out loud as much?
He turned his attention to the walls, reassured by the stars and galaxies that he hoped indicated Safrin, but far less comforted by the face with its giant teeth and the strange rectangles - flatter teeth? – nearby. The waterfall brought back memories of the cave-in at the Crimson Cataract, and he grimaced faintly as he made a few quick notes in his journal about the reliefs. By the time he looked up the others had already started moving, and his heart gave a little beat of protest. He had led them down here, it should have been him in front, looking out for dangers and traps and taking the brunt of any unstable stonework.
But he was also so proud of Amalia for so easily taking the lead, taking command in a way it would have been hard to imagine a year ago. Compared to that his petty protest wilted to nothingness and he drew in a breath, raising his head and his lantern to cast light for Deimos and Kiada from the back. He shifted his eyes towards a fox’s and let his ears grow up to furred points as he extended his senses ahead – and behind - as far as he could make them reach, seeking any sign of movement or life that might have been stirred up by the collapse of the tunnel. His eyes were drawn to the reliefs on the walls, though, comparing them to what he had seen before on their last journey through the dark. Keep an eye out for cross tunnels, too, he added to Amalia’s commands. We’ll need to find a different way out, unless Remi can shift that rockfall for us. And there was no guarantee that Isuma and Auni would be able to find the alchemist anytime soon, so best not to count on that until they had no other choice.
Jigano takes a few quick notes on the reliefs, then brings up the rear with his lantern. He shifts his eyes and ears to a fox’s senses and keeps an eye on the writing on the walls, and an ear listening for any creatures the rockfall might have disturbed.
