#quest.open

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. 

Luc had gotten so bored of that tiny little town and yeah, it was probably too soon to go back to Vecra, but there was nothing keeping him from trying to tag along with this ragtag lot of travelers. They were the most interesting thing he’d seen in weeks! Months!

And then a fog fell over the party and everything became a little bit fuzzy.

Hot on their trail, suddenly someone came out of nowhere. He scrambled to a halt before running into them. “Oh. Hi! This is some pretty crazy fog, huh? It’s kind of like breathing clouds. Do you think this is what birds feel like?”

There was something about the fog that sent a shiver down Kieran’s spine.

He found himself gripping Drouin’s mane and relaxed his grasp, patting the horse’s neck instead. The horse and the fog were around the same color, which only made the whole experience that much more disconcerting; on more than one occasion, the fog had been so thick and matched Drouin’s coloring so closely that it had almost felt like Kieran was floating.

After two instances of that, Kieran swung down and settled solidly on the ground. 

There. A bit better at least. 

He took Drouin’s reins loosely and nudged his shoulder before starting again.

          Stand strong, shoot straight. Arion had repeated the same four words again and again throughout the warg attack. He had known this was coming, it wasn’t a surprise in the least, but he hadn’t expected to be surrounded in a box canyon. Arion hissed through his teeth, letting a half dozen arrows fly at the beasts that had not dared to plunge into the canyon to feast upon the waiting party. 

          He had been wounded, he could feel the blood running from his hairline, the gash in his side, but Arion managed to ward off the pain with his focus on survival. It took everything within him to keep himself from falling apart. 

          Wargs. He’d learned to fear them through the years, from their flashing teeth to the wicked curve of their claws, they’d brought so, so much pain... 

“forgive him. seems he left his manners back in the city. how are you this evening?”