#* cr.

@mollymockiing

     he didn’t have a problem with crowds, most of the time. but there was something between the crowded jostle of the tavern and the humid air made by such a large crowd breathing that made him antsy. he looked this way and that, locking down the urge to fidget in favor of clasping his hands in front of him. the way to the door was blocked by people, but it wouldn’t be hard to push through them.

    “hey,” he growled, slightly more gruff than he’d intended, grabbing the tiefling’s elbow for a hot moment. “i’m gonna step out for a sec.”

@sapphiretrickster

     the dark summer air was thick with heat, the humidity making his clothes stick with his seat. it was much more comfortable in the hut where the others slept, but sometimes he just needed half a moment away from the others- and the foot nott had shoved into his side.

    he half drowsed, eyes lidded but not closed, and they flicked all the way open when he spotted the first glowing orb. his heart thumped into overtime for half a second before he spotted another one, and he let out a low laugh as he realized what was happening.

@infancyheels [ cassandra ]

     the trip to whitestone hadn’t been easy, but as he paused in the square and stared up at the branches of the great tree in front of him, it was already worth it. the city bustled around him as he shouldered his bags once more and slunk closer to the tree, confident that no one would notice as he reached out to touch the white bark.

    “wildmother,” he sighed to himself softly, letting his hand drop once more and he peered at the branches, watching as birds flittered from twig to twig. he glanced around, spotting a woman not too far from his own age that seemed to be lingering at the tree too and quietly approached her.

@brknsh

     staring through the window at the potential gift for caleb wasn’t getting him anywhere, as his indecision mounted at a rapid rate. it was a nice pen, formed with blown glass and decorated, accompanied by a set of copper nibs for all occasions. by now, it was pretty obvious that caleb spent a lot of time writing, so- it wasn’t a terrible idea to get him a new pen. it’d get used. but would he like it? was it saying something he wasn’t trying to say? and would it even survive the chaos they found themselves in so often?

    the indecision was agonizing, and then- fuck it. he entered the store.

@commaless

     yeah, he was done. the stew had looked and smelled pretty good, but after the first few mouthfuls it caught up with him that he just...wasn’t that hungry. he dropped his spoon onto the tabletop, and considered for a half a second before pushing the bowl in nott’s direction.

@clayric said: you might not want to pull on that thread.

     well fuck, ‘duceus, that sure woulda been a handy statement at the start of all this shiet. the thought flittered gracelessly through his head, where he quashed it before he words could even think of spilling out.

    ‘cause that’s how it all started, wasn’t it. they found one string, gave it a good ol’ yank, found another and yanked on that one too, following the threads all the way around and into their current godsdamn predicament. one ancient evil most of the way outta its cell, another ancient evil doing fuck knows what but it wasn’t good. and yasha. and fucking yasha-

    the near fatal wound pulled and tugged, sending a fresh glance of pain through him. he was messing with the stitches without even thinking about it. having two clerics with no spells and limited resources sucked.

    oh. cad was being literal.

    “right. now, why don’tya get some sleep?” he asked as he dutifully tucked his wandering hand under his leg, getting more comfortable against the wall he had propped himself against. setting a watch was probably a bit much in a town surrounded by kryn guards, but they’d done it the last time they were here and that was before one of ‘em had decided to turn traitor. “i’ll get beau up in a few hours, then sleep m’self. g’night.”