WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
She prods at a rocks — it drifts from place and back again, bumps against its neighbour. The shiver spirals up in delicate chain, one against another against another,
Honour is watching Herian, but slowly turns as she does to face Melys. It is a strange thing, interacting with people in the Fade. Equally strange is talking to a Spirit in the Fade, and this particular combination of personalities is one that, on an ideal day, Herian would avoid for the sake of all parties.
"I'd not given it much notice," Herian admits. Not this time.
Honour does not speak, for now, and so Herian continues. "The Fade operates differently from the waking world. Even walking and falling are not consistent - better to be cautious, I think."
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c. sorry in advance
She prods at a rocks — it drifts from place and back again, bumps against its neighbour. The shiver spirals up in delicate chain, one against another against another,
"You two seen this?"
She sounds delighted.
no this is delightful
"I'd not given it much notice," Herian admits. Not this time.
Honour does not speak, for now, and so Herian continues. "The Fade operates differently from the waking world. Even walking and falling are not consistent - better to be cautious, I think."