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The Demon Dragon
The group had gotten an opportunity to gather some information on their mission’s objective, but morning arrived swiftly. In the distance, the forest from the day before still smoldered, though by now the blaze had mostly run its course.
Neese was in attendance, along with a smattering of the villagers. At her side were two familiar faces: Orson and Shiris, the two who had rode out to meet the crew earlier. Shiris looked vaguely mutinous as she clutched a cloth-covered parcel; Orson merely stood back a few paces from Neese, tending to a group of horses the village had provided for their use. The animals seemed a little skittish, as if they knew their destination, but were otherwise well-behaved.
Neese raised the long white staff in her hand, closing her eyes as if in prayer. “Marfa, goddess of creation, bestow your divine protection on these travelers. Guide them to their destination, and shield them from harm.” In response, a soft, warm light suffused the area; the crew would find their bodies just a little lighter, their stamina restored, and their anxieties soothed.
With that, she lowered her hands, blessing completed. “May you find your journey swift and safe,” she said somberly.
And with that, they were off.
Orson helped those of the crew that were amenable onto a horse, giving them some basic instruction on how to steer the animal or tell it to halt. For the most part, however, the horses knew what they were doing. There might have been a slightly uncooperative animal in there. Or two. But you know, for the most part.
Neese was in attendance, along with a smattering of the villagers. At her side were two familiar faces: Orson and Shiris, the two who had rode out to meet the crew earlier. Shiris looked vaguely mutinous as she clutched a cloth-covered parcel; Orson merely stood back a few paces from Neese, tending to a group of horses the village had provided for their use. The animals seemed a little skittish, as if they knew their destination, but were otherwise well-behaved.
Neese raised the long white staff in her hand, closing her eyes as if in prayer. “Marfa, goddess of creation, bestow your divine protection on these travelers. Guide them to their destination, and shield them from harm.” In response, a soft, warm light suffused the area; the crew would find their bodies just a little lighter, their stamina restored, and their anxieties soothed.
With that, she lowered her hands, blessing completed. “May you find your journey swift and safe,” she said somberly.
And with that, they were off.
Orson helped those of the crew that were amenable onto a horse, giving them some basic instruction on how to steer the animal or tell it to halt. For the most part, however, the horses knew what they were doing. There might have been a slightly uncooperative animal in there. Or two. But you know, for the most part.
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"Lost in thought too I guess?"
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"Uh yeah," he replied. "Just thinkin'." About where to put a blitzball stadium.
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"Yeah, lots to think about."
Pausing for a moment, she blushed slightly and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.
"I ah... s-sorry, I don't think we've met. You must be one of the newer crew members? Name's Ronnae, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos." She stood and bowed politely.
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Even though he didn't believe in it anymore, old habits were very hard to break.
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She'd explain hers if he asked, "Wakka?" She smiled, "That's a pretty cool name. Reminds me of a troll or a goblin name."
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He was desperately searching for someone who might possibly be green. And she really didn't look like a Hypello. She also didn't look like a Guado. But he was trying to figure it out in terms of things he could handle.
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She laughed a bit, "Well, I don't know what a Guado is," though it did sound interesting. "I'm actually a half-breed." For whatever reason... she felt rather at ease around this Wakka. She felt that he wouldn't judge her, or know that her kind were heavily judged in her world anyways.
"I'm half orc and elf."
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It'd be a nice change for sure.