Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 21:56:20 GMT
((Near the border of the Dark and Death Territories, some time before the formation of Dragonsdeep.))
As was occasionally the case with his wanderings through the Death Territory, Desmond had not been paying all that much attention to where he was going, although this was rarely an issue. By now, he knew the area well enough not to inadvertently get himself lost. In any case, he'd let his ghostly companion do most of the leading, keeping up a leisurely pace while it repeatedly zipped ahead, paused, and returned. It wasn't like there was much to see out here anyway; dirt, the odd warped tree, greenish fog... they hadn't named this area the Wastes for nothing. And encountering another soul (living or dead) was typically hard to accomplish unless he strayed close to one of the borders, where the odds were questionable at best even then.
Although while he'd had his head stuck in the clouds, focusing on no one particular thought for very long, it seemed Death's rider had managed to do just that. The fog overhead had begun to thin out, shifting the color of the dim ambient light from a somewhat sickly green to a dull gray hue, and off in the distance, the beginnings of a coniferous forest could be seen. However, it was not this gradual change in his surroundings that finally brought Desmond back to the present. Instead, it was a sudden burst of excited energy from the wisp which did that particular job.
Somewhat startled, he jumped a bit, head jerking to the side in time to see the little spirit disappearing into the trees. Usually it had found something of brief interest in such instances- like a bird or a colorful plant- so for a while he simply smiled to himself and waited for it to show up again. Today, though, was apparently not one of those days. Rather than its usually speedy return, the wisp remained out of sight for some time and, after a few more moments, he picked up on another emotion from the wisp; irritation. Confused, he frowned slightly, but stayed put.
A second irritated burst- almost the emotional equivalent of an exasperated sigh- reached him, and a short while later, the wisp reappeared to circle rapidly around him a few times before bouncing back ahead, leaning towards the treeline. Finally it clicked; he was meant to follow. "Oh, right, sorry," he replied at last, somewhat sheepishly. He got the feeling that if the ghost had had a head, it would be shaking right about now and, to the tune of more excited urged from it, started toward the neighboring territory after it. Whatever it was that had been found, his friend wanted to share, it seemed. "Well, what is it?" he asked a moment or so in to reaching the forest. More happy impulses were his answer so, with a faint chuckle, he concluded he'd just have to wait and see.
(ooc: Bleh, how do I intro?)
As was occasionally the case with his wanderings through the Death Territory, Desmond had not been paying all that much attention to where he was going, although this was rarely an issue. By now, he knew the area well enough not to inadvertently get himself lost. In any case, he'd let his ghostly companion do most of the leading, keeping up a leisurely pace while it repeatedly zipped ahead, paused, and returned. It wasn't like there was much to see out here anyway; dirt, the odd warped tree, greenish fog... they hadn't named this area the Wastes for nothing. And encountering another soul (living or dead) was typically hard to accomplish unless he strayed close to one of the borders, where the odds were questionable at best even then.
Although while he'd had his head stuck in the clouds, focusing on no one particular thought for very long, it seemed Death's rider had managed to do just that. The fog overhead had begun to thin out, shifting the color of the dim ambient light from a somewhat sickly green to a dull gray hue, and off in the distance, the beginnings of a coniferous forest could be seen. However, it was not this gradual change in his surroundings that finally brought Desmond back to the present. Instead, it was a sudden burst of excited energy from the wisp which did that particular job.
Somewhat startled, he jumped a bit, head jerking to the side in time to see the little spirit disappearing into the trees. Usually it had found something of brief interest in such instances- like a bird or a colorful plant- so for a while he simply smiled to himself and waited for it to show up again. Today, though, was apparently not one of those days. Rather than its usually speedy return, the wisp remained out of sight for some time and, after a few more moments, he picked up on another emotion from the wisp; irritation. Confused, he frowned slightly, but stayed put.
A second irritated burst- almost the emotional equivalent of an exasperated sigh- reached him, and a short while later, the wisp reappeared to circle rapidly around him a few times before bouncing back ahead, leaning towards the treeline. Finally it clicked; he was meant to follow. "Oh, right, sorry," he replied at last, somewhat sheepishly. He got the feeling that if the ghost had had a head, it would be shaking right about now and, to the tune of more excited urged from it, started toward the neighboring territory after it. Whatever it was that had been found, his friend wanted to share, it seemed. "Well, what is it?" he asked a moment or so in to reaching the forest. More happy impulses were his answer so, with a faint chuckle, he concluded he'd just have to wait and see.
(ooc: Bleh, how do I intro?)