Jigano's dignity was just strong enough to smother the yelp as the cavern tilted beneath him, though he dropped to one knee again, hands pressed to the ice as if to try and dig handholds to stabilize himself with. His fingers weren't that strong, though, and despite the nauseating sense of vertigo he found that it wasn't necessary, either. Were they beneath the ice? Within it? Was it all a dream?
Catch her? And just how were they supposed to--
Oh. Apparently she was tangible now, or they had joined her in the reflected world. Either way, he had no doubt that no one would be leaving it until they did catch her... and just what would that entail? A shriek from above whipped his head up to spot the fierce hawk diving down. Remi? A quick look around revealed Isla standing alone, so it must be. Either obedient to the nymph's commands, or just trying to end this bizarre game... it was a toss-up with the boy.
He watched Bastien thrust his way through the gathering, desperately grabbing for the nimble nymph with little concern for those around him, and his lips tugged into a slight frown. That didn’t seem right…
Isla moved with grace, slow enough not to draw the eye, but she didn’t seem fast enough to catch the personification of winter that danced among them with such ease.
Two of the other women seemed to be biding their time, hanging back and waiting for just the right moment as they stayed to the edges of the game.
Jigano stayed kneeling, frozen and oddly blended into the colorless ice cave with his white hair and grey cloak, though his blue eyes searched sharply to see what the others were doing in response to the nymph's command. Last hurdle? But... 'no-regretters' and 'do-alls' didn't include him, now did it? If anything, the nymph had as much as said that he had no place in her game anymore.
Ah, but he’d never been one for giving up gracefully, now had he? With a fierce grin at himself in the ice below the lorekeeper bided his time, his stillness becoming one with the chill world around them, waiting for the winter spirit’s lithe evasions to bring her near enough for him to reach out, snake-swift and sudden, eyes on the floor rather than the woman who looked so solid, guided by their reflections so that his mirrored hand might close on hers – and, perhaps, his real one as well!
Catch her? And just how were they supposed to--
Oh. Apparently she was tangible now, or they had joined her in the reflected world. Either way, he had no doubt that no one would be leaving it until they did catch her... and just what would that entail? A shriek from above whipped his head up to spot the fierce hawk diving down. Remi? A quick look around revealed Isla standing alone, so it must be. Either obedient to the nymph's commands, or just trying to end this bizarre game... it was a toss-up with the boy.
He watched Bastien thrust his way through the gathering, desperately grabbing for the nimble nymph with little concern for those around him, and his lips tugged into a slight frown. That didn’t seem right…
Isla moved with grace, slow enough not to draw the eye, but she didn’t seem fast enough to catch the personification of winter that danced among them with such ease.
Two of the other women seemed to be biding their time, hanging back and waiting for just the right moment as they stayed to the edges of the game.
Jigano stayed kneeling, frozen and oddly blended into the colorless ice cave with his white hair and grey cloak, though his blue eyes searched sharply to see what the others were doing in response to the nymph's command. Last hurdle? But... 'no-regretters' and 'do-alls' didn't include him, now did it? If anything, the nymph had as much as said that he had no place in her game anymore.
Ah, but he’d never been one for giving up gracefully, now had he? With a fierce grin at himself in the ice below the lorekeeper bided his time, his stillness becoming one with the chill world around them, waiting for the winter spirit’s lithe evasions to bring her near enough for him to reach out, snake-swift and sudden, eyes on the floor rather than the woman who looked so solid, guided by their reflections so that his mirrored hand might close on hers – and, perhaps, his real one as well!
