Time: June 20th
Location: Army camp tent
Status: Closed @khataras
Back when Vukasin had still been the 2nd son of the Torashtai family, nothing more than a whelp, with a tongue too big for his mouth, he’d stumbled into the spirit realm several years ahead of schedule. Vakri, terrifying precious Vakri had laughed at him, sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. She’d thought to scare him off, send him scampering back home perhaps and she had been partially successful for Vukasin had indeed fled, just not back home.
He’d stumbled through the darkness, too terrified to look over his shoulder or even cry out. It was then that he had met her. A little girl, barely taller then him was perched on a smooth boulder, her eyes peering down into a body of water. Vukasin slammed straight into her, sending them both into the lake.
That was his first meeting with Khatara and it would not be his last. Far from it.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, Vukasin crawled into their bedroll, and buried their face into their pillow. Sleep came swiftly, dragging their tired mind off to unknown depths. They opened their eyes to a familiar darkness and immediately groaned. “Vakri, I’m tired, let me sleep,” they complained grumpily not bothering to sit up.
“Up runt,” Vakri replied, the wind blew through the grass, tugging insistently at their clothing until Vukasin rose. It continued pulling, shoving them in the right direction.
“Sleep Vakri,” Vukasin tried again, “I know it’s for tha weak but I’m very weak.” The Spirit ignored them, they could barely see their outline in front of them. The bard sighed and continued stumbling along. Eventually, they entered a clearing and there seated at the foot of a tree was a familiar figure.
“Bean stalk!” The bard exclaimed and rushed forwards. “Y’ain’t dead! Wher’ve you been hiding?!”
