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sunset_horizons2014-10-05 08:56 am
twilitfall) wrote in sunset_horizons2014-10-05 08:56 am
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Open Post ☼ 01 | ❝Hear... Feel... Think...❞
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The elder breaks away, and with how open things are there are very little places to hide. A careful application of time and movement, and he skips himself from ahead of her to behind her before he can truly register to her sight. Pausing until the footsteps are further past, he continues to make his way.
There's still the younger of the two, whose features become more apparent as he draws closer. Her hair is pure white and rather unkempt, bound into a tight ponytail that slinks its way down to her neckline. Amusingly enough, her ears are an echo of his own, though much more dramatically pointed, and he's more than certain that in her case that it's natural. His eyes flick across her, quickly assessing - the strange object strapped across her front is curious, but he doesn't allow himself to dwell on it. There's a set to her features that he's familiar with...
A girl on a mission. Is it the same mission as the one he's given himself? Perhaps, if she's out here. Given the other's departure, there is some sort of coordination going on.
Movement, her hand reaching down... to whatever manner of object was slung about her waist. A weapon? Perhaps... though given the high saturation of magical energy he would have thought that using spells would be the primary form of offense.
He doesn't halt his own progress though, and would very well continue past her with little thought. Testing her mettle... is she likely to strike out, or will she attempt some manner of parlay? It should be quite the show, either way. A slight smile curves the corners of his lips.]
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Yet he did not seem to make a move against her just yet. Judging by his stance he too was observing the other - herself in this case. Perhaps it was to see if she would attempt to speak her way around any potential act of violence, or if she would be the first to lash out. A typical elder response if she ever did see one. Still, she did not particularly seek conflict with an unknown foe. Striking out in a fight or flight mechanism would be rather foolish at this stage, even as he moved to pass her.
Sigh. Ordinarily she would have her brother seek to parley, though with the situations as they were it was no longer an option for the diplomat to handle this. She would have to do this herself, just as she has for the many moons since their sibling spat in the Quicksand.]
You must be of great magical fortitude to withstand the aetheric pressure of a site akin to this. [She comments somewhat offhanded, as though stating an obvious fact.] However, t'would be ill-advised for any one individual to proceed alone into these depths.
[Was it of concern or indignation that she spoke out? It was anyone's guess, though admittedly she has no indication of where his loyalties lie. What purpose would have driven him to come here of all places? Would he be friend or foe? None of the answers were clear, and she wasn't about to let anyone make a fool's errand of a trip into the Coils.]
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Though it's curious, as the land has settled, and appears to have done so for quite some time. There's no fresh scars here, no chaos, no displaced wildlife panicking at the disruption of its habitat. Perhaps her casual manner comes from time passed, from understanding the situation.
How fortuitous for her. For those who don't have such knowledge, the way is still clear.]
Your concern is noted, young lady. [Even in these situations, it's important to be polite. He is the interloper on this world... while he is not above "meddling" he does prefer to leave a good impression where he can.] However, I am made of sterner stuff than is immediately apparent.
[His pace slows so that he can keep eye contact, but he does not stop.]
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[Not that she doubts his words. There is an aura of power even the most novice of scholars would be able to detect. He had gotten past Anaelle undetected, after all - something that gave cause for concern.
She takes one step back, as though to attempt to block the path from him.]
This is an excavation site for the Sons of Saint Coinach and we are in preparations for an exploratory mission. One would hope you could understand that we cannot have the site tampered with?
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[It's a revelation as much as a statement of fact. Whatever this is and whatever happened, these people are only now mobilizing to explore. Were they simply not aware of such a thing? Perhaps that explains the ramshackle attempts to bridge gaps and make paths. It's all hastily put together.
And then, is this girl at the helm? He is no stranger to the power and potential of youth, a fact that makes his fingers curl slightly at the thought of years long passed by. Some things must be hastened, that much is certain.
Her words won't deter him, though. There are other ways inside that aren't through the front door.
He stops moving, facing her squarely.]
How long have you been planning this mission?