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ph_logs2024-04-28 04:46 pm
abhorrently) wrote in ph_logs2024-04-28 04:46 pm
(closed) you come at such a time
Who: Fever, Cecil, and a particular Worm.
What: Cecil's been the messenger for a call - time to have it answered.
When: Post-flood
Where: Paradesium.
Warning(s): To be added if needed.
After the most immediate tasks of getting back on their feet, of aiding Pumpkin Hollow to dry out and giving the man a moment or a few to feel settled, Fever comes calling to cash in on a promise Cecil has made her. The rains are gone, the path is manageable, and she must go - she has to go. Whatever lies hidden in the caves, under the earth, has been so patiently waiting for them to come back. For a heartstopping bit of time, she worries that it may have been flooded out with the unnatural storm.
And then the dagger is found washed ashore with other items, amber bladed and as sharp as ever. And a passing few who might also be looking into this curious phenomena would have witnessed her letting out a cry, clutching it to her chest as if she was worried it would be taken from her. When she puts it back where it should be carried, it feels like a sunrise after a night of restlessness, like some deep knot of tension in her has relaxed, allowing her to breathe.
She has to see. Has to know. They have to go at night, regardless of warnings about the night on this isle. Fever will swear up and down to Gerry to keep Cecil safe if she must, but they must go, when he's ready. His memory will guide them. If what he met down there doesn't want to call out again and lead them back.
Regardless, she stays close, tension coiled in her like a spring when they get to the cave. It's so hard to not start running, but she doesn't know the way.
What: Cecil's been the messenger for a call - time to have it answered.
When: Post-flood
Where: Paradesium.
Warning(s): To be added if needed.
After the most immediate tasks of getting back on their feet, of aiding Pumpkin Hollow to dry out and giving the man a moment or a few to feel settled, Fever comes calling to cash in on a promise Cecil has made her. The rains are gone, the path is manageable, and she must go - she has to go. Whatever lies hidden in the caves, under the earth, has been so patiently waiting for them to come back. For a heartstopping bit of time, she worries that it may have been flooded out with the unnatural storm.
And then the dagger is found washed ashore with other items, amber bladed and as sharp as ever. And a passing few who might also be looking into this curious phenomena would have witnessed her letting out a cry, clutching it to her chest as if she was worried it would be taken from her. When she puts it back where it should be carried, it feels like a sunrise after a night of restlessness, like some deep knot of tension in her has relaxed, allowing her to breathe.
She has to see. Has to know. They have to go at night, regardless of warnings about the night on this isle. Fever will swear up and down to Gerry to keep Cecil safe if she must, but they must go, when he's ready. His memory will guide them. If what he met down there doesn't want to call out again and lead them back.
Regardless, she stays close, tension coiled in her like a spring when they get to the cave. It's so hard to not start running, but she doesn't know the way.