Wayward

Making her way to where she was meant to meet Oath, Atreyu tried her best not to cry. There was an ever present lump in her throat that she just couldn't swallow away, each attempt bringing stinging tears to her eyes and childlike sniffles to her nose. They were to make an effigy today and Atreyu already had it in her mind that she would settle for nothing less than a perfect representation of Vayne. She was sure that Oath would feel the same way, and judging by the scent of him on the air, he had already beaten her to their meeting spot. Stepping carefully through the uneven terrain, Atreyu almost seemed to float sadly across the ground.

Once she caught sight of Oath, she stopped for a moment and watched, barely hearing his murmured words as he spoke to himself. Black ears perk up as she sees a fallen tree he has spotted, her holographic gaze softening as she spies the curves that Oath had seen. Not wanting to startle him, Atreyu clears her throat and steps forward to stand beside him. "I see you have found us a starting piece..." Warm vocals are both sad and comforting, though her voice is thick with tears. "I brought some paints as well...to capture his likeness better." It had taken her forever to get the pigments just right for his eyes, the teal color had almost been impossible to create - but she had managed. Laying out the paints from her satchel, Atreyu then turned her attention to the piece of wood that would represent Vayne. "How do we get him out of there?" Her voice seemed hollow, wondering how they would get the piece of wood from the tree.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'