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bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
for_altea) wrote in bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
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[Perhaps a few hours away from Union, there's a stream which leads to a small spring. And there's trees. And there's distant mountains and grass and woodland and--
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
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*Fortunately the firelight was making it hard for Imogen to see, so he was safe so long as he keeps his voice under control.*
I'm bound to the city. I want to help, but I can't leave for an extended trip. I can ask around, and see if anyone would be up for it. There have to be a few Rangers willing to do this.