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middaeg2020-10-07 12:46 pm
sparkstrikes) wrote in middaeg2020-10-07 12:46 pm
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Who: Lightning Farron & Geralt of Rivia
When: Sometime in October
Where: The Wilde
What: The truth about Shamblevine blossoms
Warnings: N/A
[Lightning and Geralt have been scouring the Wilde for hardly any time before she starts to feel her impatience settling in. She has no idea where these Shambevine beasts like to graze and hide, nor does she know any way of drawing them to her. Not to mention the thickness of the trees lining their path that make it that much harder to see anywhere past ten feet in front of them, and she even pauses every now and then to walk up and bush their branches aside. To no avail. Rustling and footsteps could be heard in the shadows, but they turned out to be nothing more than large birds flying off at their presence or squirrels foraging for food.
Enough is enough!
Eventually, she breaks the comfortable silence between the two of them with a groan.]
Gotta be a way to snuff them out. If we keep going like this, we're not gonna get back before dark.
[And she does not want to be out here past sundown...
She casts a sideways glance at Geralt, her lack of patience getting the best of her.]
There anything you got?
[You know, as a "Monster"... God, she still hates that word.]
When: Sometime in October
Where: The Wilde
What: The truth about Shamblevine blossoms
Warnings: N/A
[Lightning and Geralt have been scouring the Wilde for hardly any time before she starts to feel her impatience settling in. She has no idea where these Shambevine beasts like to graze and hide, nor does she know any way of drawing them to her. Not to mention the thickness of the trees lining their path that make it that much harder to see anywhere past ten feet in front of them, and she even pauses every now and then to walk up and bush their branches aside. To no avail. Rustling and footsteps could be heard in the shadows, but they turned out to be nothing more than large birds flying off at their presence or squirrels foraging for food.
Enough is enough!
Eventually, she breaks the comfortable silence between the two of them with a groan.]
Gotta be a way to snuff them out. If we keep going like this, we're not gonna get back before dark.
[And she does not want to be out here past sundown...
She casts a sideways glance at Geralt, her lack of patience getting the best of her.]
There anything you got?
[You know, as a "Monster"... God, she still hates that word.]