From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Ronin doesn't know what you're all looking at or waiting for. He has AN ADMIN FOR A PLAYER no idea where the relic might be hiding, the Huntsman wrinkling his nose with frustration. "Well, unless this is the exception to the rule," he mutters. "I don't know what kind of thing Locke went up against for that doll - was it also a big ol' beastie?" he wonders.
Turning around to look back down the path - because it doesn't seem like they're having much luck - Ronin shakes his head. "If it weren't for the Tower falling I'd have said it ought to be there," he mutters, frustrated. "Maybe we're just not seeing the obvious. We ought to keep looking, I suppose."
they should have checked the ashes of the women they burned alive
At this point, Melita had no idea, which, to be fair, was about the normal juncture of things. Contemplations strived as best they could with the knowledge, wisdom, and general ignorance her brain contained, watching for a moment as Fangorn’s vines skimmed over stone, and the world around them revealed nothing. More meandering and pondering voiced out loud, her gaze shooting away from Ronin as they approached the shrine. “Can a relic be a living thing?” Uncertain, her eyes glancing over the wayward animals – pondering if any stood out, if there was something special, enigmatic, to their qualities. If there was something they were all missing.
Or if it was simply not here.
The Tower falling had the Honeybee grimacing, if only because she knew of her uncles’ deep involvement of it. “Could it be underground? Or by…uh, the Falling?” Opposite ends of the spectrum, between earth and sea, but they’d clearly already had some immersed in water and loam.
because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
The issue with this who ordeal in the first place was that none of them really knew where to look. Stormbreak was big for a city and despite their best efforts to gain information on where to look, it hadn't been successful. "It was inside a house that tried to eat them." Maeve says, glancing at both Ronin and Melita, putting away the notion that everything was guarded by a creature. Unless the house counted as a creature. Maeve wasn't too sure on that. As for it being a living thing? The Nightshade had no answer for that. "I wouldn't think so? All of the relics have been objects, right?"
This question was more for Ronin seeing as he was the one who had seen the most relics out of all of them. "Are there places underground here?" Her brows arch, head cocking to the side in thought. "That might be a possibility. With your dragon shift we'd be able to get down there more easily."
If you're a lover, you should know The lonely moments just get lonelier
Ronin, not being Ascended and knowing nothing about the Prince, inhales a long breath and lets it out again, before shaking his head. "I haven't heard of any that are living things," he says, ruffling a hand through his dark hair only to glance at Maeve with an expression which reads, roughly, u wot?
"A house," he repeats, wanting to ask more questions but also feeling like they ought to stay on topic here. "The Silk Houses are in the lower parts of the city, so I suppose that is the closest thing to underground. If this is in a sewer, though, I swear..." He wrinkles his nose.
"The Falling might be a good idea to check, too. I suppose we could check both," he suggests, taking one last look around the shrine in case something appears.
they should have checked the ashes of the women they burned alive
Melita’s eyes blinked several times in rapt succession as Maeve described a house that…tried to eat them. Then remembered their own adventure in a bizarre home, so she shrugged it off as if this was commonplace, every day. Probably, eventually, at some point in her young life, she’d wonder how the hell her thoughts had ever reached depictions of that nature as ‘normal’.
But for now it seemed perfectly reasonable.
Wrinkling her nose again and huffing a massive breath, annoyed that yeah, an animal likely couldn’t live that long (but wouldn’t it have been cool?), she spun around on her heels a couple times, as if giving last ditch efforts to sniffing out the potential relic. “Do we want to call it good then, and go try the Falling or Silk Houses?”
because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
Maeve gives one final look around, nudging a rock with her boot as if that will actually do anything. Who knows, maybe it would stir up an ancient being that's guarding the relic or something. She waits for a gust of wind or an angry bellow, but nothing comes. With a heavy sigh, the Nightshade turns to the Honeybee and Huntsman, "Let's go. I don't think it's here. Which should we do first, though? The Falling or the Silk Houses?" Maeve asks of her two companions, arching a dark brow as they turn back the way they came, intent on exiting the Celestine and leaving behind all the not relics.
If you're a lover, you should know The lonely moments just get lonelier
Letting out a long sigh and nodding between Maeve and Melita, Ronin mimics them in taking one last look around. Alas, their hopes of a relic just popping out with a bright hello! don't come to pass, and they remain alone in the soft, serene light of the Celestine. "Well," he says of the Falling and the Silk Houses, "if we split up there's no reason why we can't do both. I'll take whatever's easiest."
Because it's true that he does have the upper hand in a pair of wings if they have to search the cliffsides, but he's not the type to rob Melita of an opportunity to get herself into shenanigans. "Which would you both prefer? I'll grab Remi for the other one."
they should have checked the ashes of the women they burned alive
Ronin knew Melita well, because the moment the opportunity struck, she held fast to “The Falling,” loudly, scattering a few birds nearby. She’d seen the high cliffs and the rolling tides below from their last skyport venture, and curiosity had reared its wild child head quickly. If anything, she could always send Sila to wander over the waves, and send back any notice of things shifting below there.
Like monsters or a floating pair of slippers. Whatever worked.
She shifted her gaze back to Maeve, to see if she agreed, and then figured she’d probably do it with or without her anyway. Besides, Silk Houses didn’t sound all that intriguing to the Honeybee.
because it takes a single wild ember to bring a whole wildfire to life
Melita is quick to speak up and Maeve doesn't do much to shoot her down. Even if it was going to be a bit of a task for them to tackle alone. Still, the Nightshade wasn't going to keep the Honeybee from having her fun with it. She takes a breath, offering Melita a small smile as she nods in agreement, "Sure, we'll do that. Then you and Remi can take the other." The other being the Silk Houses, in this case.
Maeve takes one last look around with the other two before they all head back out of the Celestine towards the city proper once more.
~FIN~
If you're a lover, you should know The lonely moments just get lonelier
