Ancestors or Foes? [Solo Event]

The closer she came, the more her paws tingled with instinct. Her hackles prickled, lifting along her spine as her vision blurred as though rain had fallen into them, and then she stood stock still as her eyes cleared to see a figure ahead, watching her.

So, a nasty trick was far more likely than a chat with Erani, and she stared back at the form before her, locking eyes until her own stung.

“Whoever you are, I’d appreciate it if you would stop trying to impersonate my ancestress. What do you want with me?”

She was forced to blink as the stinging grew too sharp, and when she opened her eyes, the figure was gone. Silently, she shifted to bring her side to the tower’s base. It wasn’t nearly built high enough to provide much cover, and who knew if these creatures – ghosts, spirits, whatever they might be – would even be fazed by a solid stone wall anyway, but it was common sense to have at least one side defended.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching, and all traces of tiredness had been momentarily overridden by energy. It wasn’t so much a thrill as the sharp alertness that a hunt for a bear called forth.

Inwardly, her mind was racing, and pinging off the many possibilities of what might follow that figure’s brief appearance. It could be that nothing would happen. Or, perhaps utter mayhem was about to land on the hillock. She knew she didn’t want to call anyone for assistance and possible endanger them with the unknown entity.

Whatever it was, she’d face it alone.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think