full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun hadn’t even waited until the sun set after LongNight to venture out: he’d found some leftover black cloth they’d used to cover the windows and fashioned himself a cloak out of it, one that covered every inch of skin. Then he’d left the Temple, emerging into the sunlight warily. Obviously he didn’t want to burn to a crisp, not after surviving the darkest week of the year. However, the urge to stretch his legs—mentally, obviously, given that he didn’t feel physical discomfort—far outweighed his fear.
So he’d wandered around the Hollowed Grounds, taking in the damage. It was far more extensive that he’d expected, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting. Worst of all, though, was mud that almost seemed to follow him around. It also seemed to have a preternatural ability to cling to everything it touched; soon enough, his lower body was somehow covered with the stuff. It was as annoying as everything else he’d encountered in Caido.
Given that it was day, he was sluggish. It didn’t help that he felt the need to creep from shadow to shadow. All that was to say he didn’t make it far before night actually fell. Discarding his makeshift cloak (he could always steal or make a new one if he needed it) he started walking around more confidently.
Others, however, seemed to be struggling a bit. Rexanna stumbled into view in front of him, and the potter gave her a curious look. He’d sort of dropped the ball on the whole getting to know his fellow Ascended thing, but also she’d gotten caught by the monsters, he heard, got pretty beaten up. Indeed, she was blindfolded, which couldn’t bode well.
Squelching through the mud towards her, he gave her a wicked grin before he remembered she couldn’t see it. ”Hey there.” Guess he couldn’t call her Blue anymore, what with with whole not having eyes thing. ”How’re you holding up, tough girl?” Between the tree beating her up and the monsters finishing the job, Rexanna had a pretty shitty Deepfrost, and yet here she was, hobbling through the mud. Hence her new moniker.
So he’d wandered around the Hollowed Grounds, taking in the damage. It was far more extensive that he’d expected, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting. Worst of all, though, was mud that almost seemed to follow him around. It also seemed to have a preternatural ability to cling to everything it touched; soon enough, his lower body was somehow covered with the stuff. It was as annoying as everything else he’d encountered in Caido.
Given that it was day, he was sluggish. It didn’t help that he felt the need to creep from shadow to shadow. All that was to say he didn’t make it far before night actually fell. Discarding his makeshift cloak (he could always steal or make a new one if he needed it) he started walking around more confidently.
Others, however, seemed to be struggling a bit. Rexanna stumbled into view in front of him, and the potter gave her a curious look. He’d sort of dropped the ball on the whole getting to know his fellow Ascended thing, but also she’d gotten caught by the monsters, he heard, got pretty beaten up. Indeed, she was blindfolded, which couldn’t bode well.
Squelching through the mud towards her, he gave her a wicked grin before he remembered she couldn’t see it. ”Hey there.” Guess he couldn’t call her Blue anymore, what with with whole not having eyes thing. ”How’re you holding up, tough girl?” Between the tree beating her up and the monsters finishing the job, Rexanna had a pretty shitty Deepfrost, and yet here she was, hobbling through the mud. Hence her new moniker.
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