Elide
Elide is very happy to join Kiada in her expedition to the Wilds, especially since it serves a dual purpose. They'll collect the sentient vines for the greenhouse, and they can conduct some good old-fashioned research. Of course, she is also armed with her crossbow, the very same one she had during LongNight. It seems this is all the protection she thinks she needs, because otherwise, she is carrying a leather-made messenger bag. Within it are papers and writing tools, to make notes as she deems necessary.
It's not without preparation that she's come here, never intending to go into anything blindly. So she had done some research, sent for it actually, since it would be more easily attainable from Torchline or the Hollowed Grounds. What she received was more than enough information for her to be confident in their ultimate success.
Thus assured, she walks beside Kiada with sweeping strides and her chin lifted. "Yes, that is perhaps the only thing that will make them hard to find," Elide remarks in kind, turning to level Kiada with her gaze, "the difference is that they are capable of independent movement. From what I've read, they will try to trap animals that move through them or block pathways. My theory is that it's, at least in part, a defense mechanism." It's very intriguing to her. "Though it does make me wonder if the world itself is more sentient than it seems. Or..." and she smirks a little, "maybe the vines are simply a fluke."
It's not without preparation that she's come here, never intending to go into anything blindly. So she had done some research, sent for it actually, since it would be more easily attainable from Torchline or the Hollowed Grounds. What she received was more than enough information for her to be confident in their ultimate success.
Thus assured, she walks beside Kiada with sweeping strides and her chin lifted. "Yes, that is perhaps the only thing that will make them hard to find," Elide remarks in kind, turning to level Kiada with her gaze, "the difference is that they are capable of independent movement. From what I've read, they will try to trap animals that move through them or block pathways. My theory is that it's, at least in part, a defense mechanism." It's very intriguing to her. "Though it does make me wonder if the world itself is more sentient than it seems. Or..." and she smirks a little, "maybe the vines are simply a fluke."
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire
for something beyond the daily life
for something beyond the daily life
