Sea Glass { Beleth & Lukas
For the last several weeks, hunters from a nearby village have been going missing without a trace. The villagers have warned them of the local folklore, that the forests of the region are protected by spirits sent by the Goddess herself to ensure that the land has time to recover and grow in the springtime rains… You set out to investigate these disappearances, but as you step into the woods, rain begins to fall. [Grants Bow +1]
The rain unfurls in spools of senseless cacophony. It roars in his ears and bargains, shrewdly, for more time— as it locks him in the same wordless sonnet as it does god. But he doesn't mind it. Running in the rain. His legs don't go out because he's run for longer than he knows. Not from something, but towards it, and towards it, and towards it. Yet when he runs, it's often to unsheathe himself from his own skin. Because being locked in the rain with god meant that even with all the words in the world, both would forget how to speak.
The tail end of the Oghma Mountains was dappled in viridescent overgrowth, traversing forward into Airmid in staggeringly expansive fields of ungentle greenery. Saddled deep in the crevices of both territories were a span of villages that invested their pastorial livelihoods on rain that snaked down from the summits. The commonfolk that were tethered to this land, body and soul, had warned them. They had. But there was work to be done. Or rather, undone. In the depths of jade, their voices were flattened by the on-pour of rain. Lukas called out to his current partner, who followed in the same long strides, simply to check if she were still real. Under all that rain, one might have to test their luck.
"Beleth. Are you holding up okay?" He raised his voice to echo, the drums of dead rain drenching through his armor. These forests were said to be under a blessing of the Goddess, but reports of hunters vanishing meant that whatever spirits roamed this verdant territory were insatiable — once the Goddess turned a blind eye, that is. And She must have turned away from these sights quite a lot, as disappearances had begun to spark derision amongst Her people. But it was impossible for a person to wholly dissipate like mist, for how could an existence merely taper out— untraceable?
He moved to a slow crouch as the thick sage had grown close enough for his shoulders to hug. "It appears as though time stands still here. Untouched."
"............Odd."
In the corner of his eye, he swore he was met with a flicker of light. In a pivot, however, he was merely met with a set of sea glass eyes that poured emptily into itself. She was close. "Did you catch that?"
@belenr
