Omen

"Honestly Omen I know nothing I say will keep you here." Her mother had taken a stern tone with her. She was not a fan of Omen leaving so suddenly. It was a normal thing but it came out of no where. Omen pulled out her satchel, throwing one of her journals inside and sitting it on the floor. Prometheus was calmly waiting, Omen had been running around all morning. There was a crash before Omen returned.

"Ready to go?" Prometheus nodded. Omen grabbed her bag and the two headed out without another word.
Omen shifted uncomfortably. She had left the Wyrmwound after hearing several stories about a group of dragons in the Tangled Wood. The idea of going out and exploring that unknown interested her. However she was now having second thoughts. Her brains were bouncing thoughts and consequences off the walls of her skulls, as if the two were playing tennis with them. Prometheus told her this was a great opportunity. She trusted him. Omen knew this was the right thing to do.

Prometheus had fallen asleep hours ago. He was so different from herself, if only she could turn off her brains. Omen just couldn't sleep in their new dwelling. It was different, unlike their old lair. Omen reached for her satchel, maybe journaling would put her to sleep. She hadn't gotten to their entire trip. Omen smiled within her bag there were a few trinkets her mother must have slipped in. Home had been with her without her even knowing. Omen's Items: Contrast Aviator Satchel Apparel Safely store supplies during long journeys. 750 Rotting Plaguebringer Effigy Trinkets A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Plaguebringer. The dragon leather it's held together with is molding and smells awful. 1000 Forgotten Poet's Tools Trinkets The abandoned tools of a traveling poet. The inkwell is empty, and the feather is wilting. 80

Paired With: Prometheus