#songsofsylaise

[sylvansmercy]

        “you look...lost.” mei keeps her distance, noting how nervous this meeting seems to have made the other elf. “need some help?” — @songsofsylaise / sc.

[skyfiresmuses]

With @songsofsylaise | Continued from Here

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Lancelot's lips fell silent at the unspoken plea and he barely hesitated before ducking into the underbrush, his slim figure making him easily hidden behind the bushes. At the elf's whisper, Lancelot's face hardened. 

Slavers. The lowest of the low as far as Lancelot was concerned. 

“I won't let them take you,” he promised in a whisper, not wanting his voice to be heard by those coming after the poor woman. He silently listened to the sound of approaching footsteps, trying to tell how many were coming as his hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. He would defend this stranger with his life if that was what it took. 

[bushelofmuses]

@songsofsylaise || Here

Myrna jumped too at the sounds of rumbling, and didn't hesitate to run with the stranger. The place was coming down and there was a bit of comfort that, if she died, she wouldn't be alone in getting squished or blown to bits.

There are probably better ways to die, but getting crushed by rock was better than getting crushed by a giant, she supposed.

She cackled as they ran, terrified but needing some kind of reaction that wasn't screaming madly. Myrna was not a fan of ruins, they scared her, and she generally tried to avoid them because of what happened when she was a kid. Unfortunately, she had to delve into this one to find something, and she wound up pissing off a rage demon that decided to throw a tantrum at the disturbance.

It's not her fault that this meant it would explode on her.

As soon as they were out, she slowed to a stop some distance away from the entrance. She gently tugged her hand away and bent over to catch her breath, giving a start when the ruin behind them finally crumbled, blocking the entrance to it.

It...could be worse.

Although, now that she was thinking about it, the stranger probably just lost all of her gear.

"S-sorry about the lack of warning...wasn't expecting the rage demon to explode. You can restock on supplies at my camp if you wish." She smiled sheepishly at her.

[bushelofmuses]

@songsofsylaise asked: “Come out of the shadows, if you are here.” (from the frankenstein prompts! to Cole or Lavellan, from Fiorelle! (-:)

Cole didn't like this. Was he losing his touch and unable to hide now?

He slowly slipped out of the shadows, wringing his hands together and avoiding her gaze. It was an uncomfortable and unsettling sensation; he was not meant to be found.

"How did you do that?" he asked softly. No one should be able to tell he was lurking, right? Or so he thought. How many other people could sense him?

It had the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end, anxiety beginning to rip through him.