drifting

The female wasn't the only one who was drawn to the crack in the earth. His steps were careful as he made sure not to make too much of a ruckus. While the stranger's scent might have been fresh he was not too sure if it was from her coming or going. So he did his best to mind his own business.

Knute trailed after the soft blue glow like some moth. It was mysterious and alluring. A small loose stone rolled out from underneath him and he watched it tumble for only seconds in the faint blue light. As his gaze lifted it was then he spotted her form. He could have mistaken her for a floating head. Or maybe she was. Njord had filled Knute's head with tales of ghosts and spirits who liked to stay with the living. He never thought it to be true until now.

"Do you need some...assistance?" The young male called out in a boyish voice. It would take him a few moments before he got better wits and realized she was no spirit. The stranger was as flesh and bones as he was.