Too far away, Rance doesn’t hear the god’s sigh or what caused it, but he’s been watching for changes and he certainly sees them. The woman on the shore becomes the dreadful figure and the rag-covered person on the water becomes the woman. Then, all through the crowd, there are suddenly glowing beings, ghosts and giant translucent fish(?), people he assumed were merfolk intermixed with the haunting, ethereal dead. They looked… playful? He would have shivered had he been in human form. Ravens might have been associated with the dead, but his people had very little to do with them in actual practice, beyond the consumption of carrion. He was high enough up as to be ought of reach of them (he hoped), so he continued circling, curiosity still warring with unease.
A ship appeared suddenly, from his perspective, and the celebratory crowds of the dead boarded. Some of the living people boarded as well, which didn’t help Rance’s opinion of the shadowy creature in rags. From his safe distance, though, there was something… strangely beautiful about the entire event. There was no fear, only playful joy or careful distance. He’d have to ask Jigano about the entire thing later.
Once the ship begins moving, Rance will follow, circling if needing, but never landing.
A ship appeared suddenly, from his perspective, and the celebratory crowds of the dead boarded. Some of the living people boarded as well, which didn’t help Rance’s opinion of the shadowy creature in rags. From his safe distance, though, there was something… strangely beautiful about the entire event. There was no fear, only playful joy or careful distance. He’d have to ask Jigano about the entire thing later.
Once the ship begins moving, Rance will follow, circling if needing, but never landing.
