The fools path
Daisy
09-23-2019, 02:38 PM
Lament Pyre He was choking on the falling ash, which limited vision around them substantially. He could feel it in his lungs, and his hacking cough was black when he tried to expel the substance. He had caught his coat a few times on the brier, but wasn’t trapped by them yet. It was only a matter of time, if he could not find a clear path free. It was the combination of poor visibility and the chaotic placement of the bushes, that made things so difficult. When the ashen woman appeared from the fog of black rain, her voice a mark of a foreigner, not that Lament himself belonged here. His homeland of Haert was lives and worlds away, or so it felt. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, the soot-toned Lady with nonplussed attitude, like the end-of-world scene about them affected her not at all. For those that did not know the Ademre, Lament would appear to be outwardly calm despite his predicament, his expression - what could be seen of it under the soot - was calm, even if his eyes glowed with frustration. His paw on the other hand clenched and moved subtly beneath him. “I’ve been better.” he admitted, forcing himself to stand still, and let the soot collect across his back, as he turned to the stranger. Did she know the way free of this briar, despite the easy way the soot concealed the paths around them? |
