[Walking a path in unknown territory makes Eivor nervous; she's worried about stepping into a trap or being too visible, on the chance that the thessyx did not want to be followed. Then again, this realm is almost comically inhospitable, so it's not like traversing through the brush would be any safer.
At a certain point, the prints of the thessyx become nearly impossible to discern from the prints of animals, and the group is forced to linger at a crossroads while they figure it out.
While Eivor is crouched down, studying the prints, her raven companion swoops abruptly down from the sky and settles on her shoulder. She barely seems to notice, though it might be startling to someone who wasn't expecting it.]
Did you find the way?
[Is she talking to you or the bird?]
b. THE CAVES.
Has anyone been burnt?
[Eivor is doing a head count once they've all run into the safety of the caves, making sure no one has been left behind or scalded by the poison rain.
She sighs, annoyed, and folds her arms over her chest.] I am no herbalist, but there must be a tonic to counter the sky's venom.
c. THE WIZENED.
[Some time during the night, Eivor returns from searching the depths of the cave system. Perhaps some did not notice she even left, slipping away into the darkness to satisfy a buzzing curiosity in the back of her head.
Listen with ears, watch with eyes, and each wise man will find his way forth--
The torch she's holding is dim, revealing just how long she's been gone, but the light illuminates her scarred features all the same, twisted in concern. Without preamble, she announces:]
There is an elder back through the tunnels.
[Sorry to interrupt your conversations and/or dreams.]
eivor / ota
At a certain point, the prints of the thessyx become nearly impossible to discern from the prints of animals, and the group is forced to linger at a crossroads while they figure it out.
While Eivor is crouched down, studying the prints, her raven companion swoops abruptly down from the sky and settles on her shoulder. She barely seems to notice, though it might be startling to someone who wasn't expecting it.]
Did you find the way?
[Is she talking to you or the bird?]
b. THE CAVES.
[Eivor is doing a head count once they've all run into the safety of the caves, making sure no one has been left behind or scalded by the poison rain.
She sighs, annoyed, and folds her arms over her chest.] I am no herbalist, but there must be a tonic to counter the sky's venom.
c. THE WIZENED.
Listen with ears, watch with eyes, and each wise man will find his way forth--
The torch she's holding is dim, revealing just how long she's been gone, but the light illuminates her scarred features all the same, twisted in concern. Without preamble, she announces:]
There is an elder back through the tunnels.
[Sorry to interrupt your conversations and/or dreams.]