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Post by Veliky on Feb 23, 2023 13:41:54 GMT -5
Night is falling.
The sun has vanished over the horizon, and the moon now peeks over like a curious eye, shining its pale light upon a gentle inlet from the befittingly named Luna Sea. The tide is rising with every passing minute, nearly consuming an old and rickety bridge that spans it.
It creaks underfoot. Tenuous. Behind is the fishing village of Saynninn, and ahead is the Lantern Light Wood. And between them, treading across the crooked planks of the old bridge, are two silhouettes against the moonlit river: one rather tall, and one very small. The latter leads, arms crossed in a thinly-veiled attempt to ward off the evening's frigid air.
"I tried everything short of magic, but they wouldn't budge." The little woman's voice is as cool as the late-Winter night itself. "They said that the bots would scare off the druid. So we're on our own."
Veliky's frustration is clear - the only fruit that grows from a tree of futility. But still she marches on, half-bathed the moonlight, bereft of fear.
"You'd think this druid would be wanting all the help she could get for her bug problem, but I've never known druids to be very pragmatic. No offence."
Over her shoulder, Veliky looks backward and upward at her sole travelling companion, whose glow of verdant eyes seems so defiant in the dimness.
"Are you ready? Apparently these bugs have a taste for trees... Not saying that'd make you a prime target, but you wouldn't be unwise to interpret it that way."
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