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i missed two chapters oh the woes of time……… @tree08 my condolences for delta
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Something hollow aches in her. Qhysyn had known that there were dragons going missing—dying— each day. But strangers they may be, there’s a difference between hearing about it and experiencing it with someone close by. A child. Her tears are silent, yet they seem to flow endlessly.
When Icicle mentions about paying their respects, Qhysyn is quick to offer up a prayer for Delta: “May your soul be treated kindly, and may you rest peacefully.” Most of her Island’s funeral rites can’t do here, but the least she could do is hope that he’s in a better place— perhaps he might even return, just like some of the other dragons had.
…
Qhysyn had taken the last watch, and so she’s left to stew with her own thoughts, with only the company of a few other dragons also keeping watch and the unknown surrounding them.
The pardas’ words… she can’t be too sure of their certainty, but somehow, she feels that their statement about their group being the third to step foot onto the island is true. Which begs the question: have there been no survivors beforehand? How many dragons have trod on the same paths as they have, only to be met with unfortunate endings one by one? Would they slowly be picked off too?
…have they traversed to the same locations as they did? Their third group; are they exploring the same locations as previous groups, finding the same information and meeting the same fates? Or are they exploring different places for Marshall to narrow down the location of the treasure?
The more she thinks about it, the more uneasy she feels. Is this all a ritual, then? Gather enough sacrifices to attain the true treasure? Or is this all a play to entertain the whims of— of whoever the true mastermind is?
…it’s too late, but not for the first time, she regrets ever leaving her home.
Qhysyn shakes her head. It’s no good for her to be too curious, worse for her to get too worked up over theories and speculations. It might be better to talk about it to her groupmates once everyone is awake. Instead, she reminisces about fond memories with Damsel and the fishers back at home to calm herself, and waits for sunrise to dawn upon them.
……
When the time is right, she’s the one who wakes everyone else up. After sharing her thoughts about the situation at hand, she spends the rest of the trek to the waterfall quietly; mostly, she listens to everyone else’s thoughts. That, and Delta’s death… still lingers as a knot in her heart.
Even the waterfall’s natural beauty only seems dull to her now. Qhysyn can hardly enjoy herself when the atmosphere is tinged with anxiety and danger, after all. She doesn’t dare to stay too long near the waters, only splashing some water on herself to ‘shower’. It’s at times like these that she’s grateful for her smaller size in comparison.
So, when she hears the yell, Qhysyn immediately backs up from the waters, looking around for her group mates quickly. She pays little attention to the maren at first, more concerned with checking over her group mates and helping to patch up any injuries they may have. She tunes back in to listening to the maren’s words just in time to hear them talk about the passageways.
A riddle? No, multiple riddles and puzzles? Thankfully, Qhysyn had grabbed the pen from her hut before coming out. She doesn’t dare to write on a leaf or a rock (who knows if that would be considered rude to the forests’ denizens?) but instead quickly jots down the current riddle on her arm, before showing it to the rest of the group to decipher together.
……
But it seems someone is faster than them in that regard. As word gets around about the riddle’s answer and the requirements, Qhysyn frowns.
“True of heart…intentions honest and true…” she murmurs. What sort of intentions must it be? Qhysyn… well, she likes to think herself to be fully sincere in wanting survive this nightmare and head back home, but in regards to the treasure? She doesn’t want it at all, but would it those intentions be considered ‘true’? Or is there a deeper meaning hidden behind these words?
Regardless, Qhysyn’s lack of certainty doesn’t make her a good candidate to test the waters out. That is a fact she’s sure of.
@Dragonwyspr oh wow that was fast! congrats!
i missed two chapters oh the woes of time……… @tree08 my condolences for delta
(interactions ok; please ping!)
Something hollow aches in her. Qhysyn had known that there were dragons going missing—dying— each day. But strangers they may be, there’s a difference between hearing about it and experiencing it with someone close by. A child. Her tears are silent, yet they seem to flow endlessly.
When Icicle mentions about paying their respects, Qhysyn is quick to offer up a prayer for Delta: “May your soul be treated kindly, and may you rest peacefully.” Most of her Island’s funeral rites can’t do here, but the least she could do is hope that he’s in a better place— perhaps he might even return, just like some of the other dragons had.
…
Qhysyn had taken the last watch, and so she’s left to stew with her own thoughts, with only the company of a few other dragons also keeping watch and the unknown surrounding them.
The pardas’ words… she can’t be too sure of their certainty, but somehow, she feels that their statement about their group being the third to step foot onto the island is true. Which begs the question: have there been no survivors beforehand? How many dragons have trod on the same paths as they have, only to be met with unfortunate endings one by one? Would they slowly be picked off too?
…have they traversed to the same locations as they did? Their third group; are they exploring the same locations as previous groups, finding the same information and meeting the same fates? Or are they exploring different places for Marshall to narrow down the location of the treasure?
The more she thinks about it, the more uneasy she feels. Is this all a ritual, then? Gather enough sacrifices to attain the true treasure? Or is this all a play to entertain the whims of— of whoever the true mastermind is?
…it’s too late, but not for the first time, she regrets ever leaving her home.
Qhysyn shakes her head. It’s no good for her to be too curious, worse for her to get too worked up over theories and speculations. It might be better to talk about it to her groupmates once everyone is awake. Instead, she reminisces about fond memories with Damsel and the fishers back at home to calm herself, and waits for sunrise to dawn upon them.
……
When the time is right, she’s the one who wakes everyone else up. After sharing her thoughts about the situation at hand, she spends the rest of the trek to the waterfall quietly; mostly, she listens to everyone else’s thoughts. That, and Delta’s death… still lingers as a knot in her heart.
Even the waterfall’s natural beauty only seems dull to her now. Qhysyn can hardly enjoy herself when the atmosphere is tinged with anxiety and danger, after all. She doesn’t dare to stay too long near the waters, only splashing some water on herself to ‘shower’. It’s at times like these that she’s grateful for her smaller size in comparison.
So, when she hears the yell, Qhysyn immediately backs up from the waters, looking around for her group mates quickly. She pays little attention to the maren at first, more concerned with checking over her group mates and helping to patch up any injuries they may have. She tunes back in to listening to the maren’s words just in time to hear them talk about the passageways.
A riddle? No, multiple riddles and puzzles? Thankfully, Qhysyn had grabbed the pen from her hut before coming out. She doesn’t dare to write on a leaf or a rock (who knows if that would be considered rude to the forests’ denizens?) but instead quickly jots down the current riddle on her arm, before showing it to the rest of the group to decipher together.
……
But it seems someone is faster than them in that regard. As word gets around about the riddle’s answer and the requirements, Qhysyn frowns.
“True of heart…intentions honest and true…” she murmurs. What sort of intentions must it be? Qhysyn… well, she likes to think herself to be fully sincere in wanting survive this nightmare and head back home, but in regards to the treasure? She doesn’t want it at all, but would it those intentions be considered ‘true’? Or is there a deeper meaning hidden behind these words?
Regardless, Qhysyn’s lack of certainty doesn’t make her a good candidate to test the waters out. That is a fact she’s sure of.
@Dragonwyspr oh wow that was fast! congrats!
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