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beyondthedoor2013-02-22 12:34 am
flamesfallen) wrote in beyondthedoor2013-02-22 12:34 am
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[He can see tiny silvery branches stretching through the darkness. He follows them, though he can't explain how, and shivers as the light blue leaves brush his cheeks. At last, his hands touch the core. He is engulfed by a warm light, though without the humming he sometimes dreams about, and then there is fire. And then there is nothing at all.
The strange dream is only a prelude to something stranger. Expecting to wake up at an inn, Luke's sprawled out on cold, hard ground. The natural grass here is dry and itchy, and the sky is overcast. It's also missing the band of fonstones that can be seen night and day in Auldrant.
He sits up quickly and looks around. To the north is a gathering of white mountains, shrouded by clouds. To the east is a swamp and a line of more mountains. Otherwise, the land is gentle and not too hilly. Feels like he's sitting on something--
-- oh, hell. It's his /replica/. It's his replica and they've both been kidnapped this time. Luke rolls off and frantically shakes his shoulders.]
Ugh. Wake up, you idiot!
[He can't tell underneath all that hair, but they are both certainly gifted with some new... features.]
The strange dream is only a prelude to something stranger. Expecting to wake up at an inn, Luke's sprawled out on cold, hard ground. The natural grass here is dry and itchy, and the sky is overcast. It's also missing the band of fonstones that can be seen night and day in Auldrant.
He sits up quickly and looks around. To the north is a gathering of white mountains, shrouded by clouds. To the east is a swamp and a line of more mountains. Otherwise, the land is gentle and not too hilly. Feels like he's sitting on something--
-- oh, hell. It's his /replica/. It's his replica and they've both been kidnapped this time. Luke rolls off and frantically shakes his shoulders.]
Ugh. Wake up, you idiot!
[He can't tell underneath all that hair, but they are both certainly gifted with some new... features.]
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[Sync rolls his shoulders as he turns toward the path.]
You just have to watch out for the direwolves.
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We'll stop for lunch. [He's not willing to endure that much whining.
Anyway, he hopes no one notices how much he's wobbling because fucking /wings/. Points for trying, though. And not holding hands.]
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[The sooner they start, the sooner it's lunch, Ember figures - he's certainly not going to stop and hold them up, especially when he's going slower than he likes anyway. The wings are still putting him a bit out of balance, enough that walking is slower and fighting is not something that he wants to think about, but hey, he'll get better.]
So how far is it to the city?