The display of agility from Ellana elicits a tiny, admiring smile from Fern. "I'd've broken a leg for sure," she says; that slope was tough enough to wobble down on foot, let alone doing anything more daring.
"Hmm, wonder if they quarried stone somewhere on the island. Otherwise someone had to bring it by ship and wouldn't that be a trek to drag it here?"
Clueless, Fern nevertheless finds herself nodding and saying, "Oh, yes," to avoid looking like she has no idea what she's talking about--but truthfully, all of this is quite beyond her experience. Already she'd feeling a deep, gnawing dread in her gut over her haphazard choice to join the Inquisition on this mission; what skills can she possibly offer to Ellana to make their trek through the wilderness anything other than extremely dangerous?
There's a little trail leading through the undergrowth, and the shorter elf starts down it, taking cautious steps to avoid tripping. As they walk together, she glances Ellana's way again and asks, a bit shyly, "So if you're out here with the Inquisition, who's with your clan? As a mage, I mean."
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"Hmm, wonder if they quarried stone somewhere on the island. Otherwise someone had to bring it by ship and wouldn't that be a trek to drag it here?"
Clueless, Fern nevertheless finds herself nodding and saying, "Oh, yes," to avoid looking like she has no idea what she's talking about--but truthfully, all of this is quite beyond her experience. Already she'd feeling a deep, gnawing dread in her gut over her haphazard choice to join the Inquisition on this mission; what skills can she possibly offer to Ellana to make their trek through the wilderness anything other than extremely dangerous?
There's a little trail leading through the undergrowth, and the shorter elf starts down it, taking cautious steps to avoid tripping. As they walk together, she glances Ellana's way again and asks, a bit shyly, "So if you're out here with the Inquisition, who's with your clan? As a mage, I mean."