{ CLOSED } Seeking Out Missing Woman with an Anchor

[zombra]

WHO: Church, Inessa, Tessa
WHAT: A mission to find a missing shardbearer ends badly
WHEN: sometime in Harvestmere
WHERE: Ferelden
NOTES: CW: body horror

The journey so far has led them here, to this grassy bank opposite the farmhouse under investigation. The three are hunkered down, waiting and occasionally peeking over the edge to keep tabs on the occupants of the house. The stakeout is hardly exciting work, but from the clues they'd had from Jacob and the suspicious way these people have been acting it's pretty clear that the subject of their mission is being held inside.

Finally, just as the gray clouds overhead part to reveal the autumn sunshine, the door opens and the two exit. The horse is hitched to the wagon, the wagon is loaded, at the husband and wife take off down the road at a decent clip.

"About freaking time," Tessa mutters, glancing up at the sky. "Thought it was gonna rain for sure and they wouldn't go out. But now's our chance."

Comments

[zombra]

"Inessa," Tessa answers without even having to consider it. She knows she isn't the right person to provide comforting words. She could try, but she'd probably make a faux pas or unintentional say something unfortunate.

"I think you'd be the best person."

[circleprodigy]

Nodding slowly, Inessa stares sadly at the inert form of his fiancee. Tessa and Church have helped plenty, and she wouldn't want to put that task on their shoulders anyway.

"...alright. I'll start drafting something now, I think. The longer I put it off, the harder it'll be to write later."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"We'll take care of the heavy lifting, literally, if you do the magical lifting and the...wording." Yeah, nobody was ever going to suggest Church write anything. "And Garahel can do the barking. All right, let's get this show back on the road. Before mom and dad get some fellow farmers together with pitchforks and shit."