#visiontouched

  HIDDEN  ,  A  SHADOW  AMONG  THE  CROWDS  .  she  passes  through  unseen  ,  unheard  ,  the  way  she  had  learned  to  survive  .  today  was  a  rare  occasion  the  drow  had  to  face  the  crowd  of  people  around  her  ,  in  the  nearby  town  ,  to  buy  supplies  that  she  could  not  make  herself  .  living  off  of  the  land  was  her  way  of  live  ,  it  was  safer  that  way  ,  but  somethings  needed  the  work  of  others  .  she’s  paused  in  her  path  ,  hearing   hesitation  from  the  shopkeeper  beside  her   ...  a  small  figure  stood  before  them  but  it  was  clear  they  did  not  possess  the  funds   for  the  item  they  were  after  .

𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰     ↪ “ you’re right. it’s a silly idea. “ - @visiontouched​

----- HE IS NEVER ONE TO DISCOURAGE SOMEBODY UNLESS IT MEANT CERTAIN DEATH. he gives the gerfling a soft nudge from the bushes he was ducking behind.      “ it’s a silly idea but it might just work, “ he whispers. “ give it a try and let me know if you need me to help you. i’ll be here hiding if you need me. “

𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰      ↪ “ no stars in the sky tonight. “ - @visiontouched​

----- A SMALL HUM ESCAPES THE PRINCE’S LIPS, eyes fleeting to the sky above. he sits forward, tucking his belongings back in his satchel.      “ a storm is approaching, “ he rushes. “ those clouds do not look very nice at all. i say a thunder battle is afoot. “

@visiontouched​ said: “  in the morning,  it will all be better.  ”

Where the halls had once been teeming with attendants, the solid population drop meant that the citadel ranks had suffered heavily too. And, as far as Brea was concerned, they wouldn’t be seeking replenishment anytime soon. 

People had loved ones to mourn, and lives to rebuild.

Besides, she was perfectly capable of preparing a bath on her own. She could have it just how she liked it, with salts and oils that soothed and healed, fragrant dried blossoms floating on the surface and releasing a pleasant aroma over the hot water. 

“Nope. Rian left me in charge, and Gurjin says you aren’t walking the rest of the way.” 

It was usually hard to argue with the Drenchen soldier, his playful, yet resolute demeanor helping him sway debates in his favor quite easily. His stature didn’t quite help the matter either. 

Deet would take a long time to recover, and the trek through the Dark Wood would be done on foot, as other resources weren’t as ready as they had been in times of peace. Besides, the Grottan was light enough for Gurjin to still march at easily the same pace, even with carrying her on his back.