by Polarfarina » Fri Jul 21, 2017 7:37 am
Day 1/Max/10/Cat Humanoid/Where: The Sacred Summit/With: no one (open for interaction though)
Max wandered around aimlessly. She obviously had gotten lost. Thinking hard, she tried retracing her steps, but oddly enough couldn’t remember a single detail about how she traveled to this point. She could remember that she had spent what was most likely hours exploring, but any detail of the venture was wiped from her memory. It was probable that she was dehydrated. In fact, it was most likely that her lack of sleep also played into her inability to retain information longer than five seconds. Maybe a short cat nap would revive her energy…
She found a small niche in the tunnel and sat down against the wall. This tunnel, for as much as she knew, could have been going on ever since she entered this place, without any deviations, or she could have turned into it just five minutes ago. She hated how little difference time made; she couldn’t remember anything about these caves. Max took a deep breath and let the feeling wash over her: she was lost.
Holding onto the feeling of lost, she grabbed at the pendant around her neck. Lost… The only thing she was in that moment was lost. The tunnel gave way to utter and complete nothingness, and she looked around in the void, completely alone. The only sound she heard was her own heartbeat, and she thought about how she had no idea what to do next. She clung tighter to the pendant, feeling the carving of an eye with her thumb. She knew the three words engraved in the metal by heart, and said them to herself, over and over. “Never truly apart, never truly apart…. Never. Truly. Apart.”
She felt a wave of emotion come over her suddenly, her hand buzzing with the pendant in her palm. Reassurance. It was such a relief to feel someone else’s feelings again. Reassurance felt amazingly good… though as she explored the feeling coursing through her arm, she felt it was tinted by some other feeling. Urgency. She worried a bit, concerned that Xelan had come into a tense situation, but knew she could do nothing about it. Comforted by the fact that he tried extremely hard to put her feelings first, she sent back gratitude, and let go of the pendant. Reality adjusted back around her, bleak as it was, and she curled up on the floor.
Sleep was quite welcome.
Day 1/Xelan/10/Cat Humanoid/Where: The Willow Woods/With: no one (open for interaction though)
Xelan took a deep breath, readjusting his robe and resting his hand briefly on the clasp that held it over his shoulders. He wished he was just a little more brave. He had never been the brave one, and had learned to accept that. But here, outside of his comfort zone, he regretted not building on his flaws at least a little more.
He was sweating up a storm, and it really wasn’t that hot out. On paper, his plan sounded fine. But the truth was, he was a little too inexperienced for this mission. Okay, maybe a lot too inexperienced. The worst thing about it was that it was pretty simple mission: explore the forest, record any bandits he found. There were some that were rumored to be notorious, and he wasn’t expected to fight any of them. It was a spying mission.
… A spying mission for himself. Mostly, he just wanted to be able to have a record of thieves and where they were so he could easily avoid them later. He expected that he would have to travel through here often, seeing as most of the towns in any part of the surrounding radius were located in various spots throughout the forest. To be perfectly honest? He was scared of even just the idea of fighting. He didn’t know how Max did it, she wanted to fight everyone and everything. She was constantly prepared for a battle, even at her worst. But Xelan couldn’t even magic missile a practice target, he was so terrified of violence. He quivered to his very bones just thinking about it.
A sound interrupted his thoughts. He cocked his head, repositioned his ears, pinpointing the location, on total alert. He turned slightly to the left, sweating three times as much now, and—
Suddenly he felt like he got knocked in the chest. He fell over backwards, confused where he was, feeling utterly lost, even though he had plotted his exact point on the map three minutes ago. Nothing made sense anymore. He couldn’t tell right from left, couldn’t even stand up. Which way was up, again? He felt for the clasp on his robe, and when his fingertips brushed the cold surface, his hand tingled so much it went almost completely numb. Max was the one who was lost. She wanted help. But what could Xelan do? The only thing that came to mind was to try and provide some sort of emotional stability. He cleared his head and imagined the world falling away, pictured two people alone, but very far apart. Himself and Max. He pictured a very strong, magical strand that stretched the distance between them, however far apart they really were. They were never truly separated. Concentrating his energy into one, singular movement, he said, “It’s going to be okay.”
Max seemed to have been better than him at everything since the beginning, and he always felt it showed through the most in her ability to knock him down completely with such raw emotion. He had to concentrate so much to be able to send one back, and even then it was plain, simple, neat. Not nearly as powerful. He didn’t have to feel it to know that’s how it was.
Xelan fell over again as he was overwhelmed by the feeling of gratitude.
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Polarfarina on Fri Jul 21, 2017 3:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
THERE'S BURGERS IN MY PANTS