A Gentle End or a Torturous One?
10-08-2024, 10:37 AM
Gem's lips turn down in a frown and gaze flicks to her companion, Hem. If she ever lost him... She wouldn't know what she would. Understanding and friendliness warms her expression as she returns her attention to the older woman. "I'd be more than happy to assist," she speaks softly too, her voice a gentle wisp on the ominous winds. Waiting patiently, Gem allows Gypsy to move at her pace and doesn't budge when the older woman leans against her. Walking along, careful to help Gypsy along the way, Gem nods in response before remembering that Gypsy cannot see. "I have a feeling something is wrong, yes," her words are hesitant as they travel between the rising spires. "There were lots of tremors last night and now these creepy tall metal spires are reaching out from the ground toward the sky. Which by the way is bathed in red as if someone cut a god's throat," her nose wrinkles, tone taking on a hint of fear. There was nothing good about this scenario. When they reach a soft spot in the ground, she stops as Gypsy digs. Looking around to see if she notices anything different, Gem lets out a quiet noise of disagreement. "I can't really tell. Other than the dirt seems to be hard in some places and softer in others, nothing else really seems different," she comments, watching Gypsy dig at a softer patch. |
Hematite, Gem's Mastiff, is always with her unless stated he isn't.