An Egg in Trying Times Sept 18, 2021 23:15:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2021 23:15:42 GMT -5
The winds up here were downright savage compared to those in the wastes back home. It was the paramount conclusion that Celeste had come to after hours of trekking up this gods' forsaken mountain. This had been the absolutely worst day of this absurd quest for this asinine scroll thus far. Tourists had been downright rude or obnoxious, the locals seemed less inclined to help the further toward this peak they had tread, and half the herbs recovered from Taola had gone off the side of cliff into a ravine when their guide had sworn he’d seen a polar bear. This far south from Frappe or Yunzabit? Really? The sorceress had to admit that her patience was running thin when it came to this random lay-abouts. It was no wonder this buffoon had been lounging around outside his travel hut, hardly waiting for anybody to come by and bother him from his afternoon siesta.
”Used to make this hike with m’dad when I was younger, said the boys in our family been doin’ this climb for generations! Hahaha! Won’t believe the view though, just you wait for it!”
Their guide had been talking his stupid head off ever since the incident to try and make up for his mistakes all morning. The climb had been one endless near one sided conversation after another; an endless tirade of campfire stories, songs, and overly detailed reminiscences of when days seemed more golden and comfortable. It was unbearable on her ears, which had long tuned the idiot out to be nothing more than some strange buzzing on the air, having tricked herself into believing she was being followed by the most incessant bee. Celeste kept a hand on the brim of her hat to help fight the bites against her cheeks, cloak and hair billowing against the wind that whipped through this rather nasty canyon. ”The path should be up here soon! Sure, hope we don’t run into any more bears...” called out the guide over the storm. Celeste’s eyes would roll as hard as they could muster at the statement.
The small group neared a great maw in the side of the mountain, obscured from view by the flurries and drastic change in light. The shade in there seemed thick, yet it was barren of any ice or snow. Celeste could tell this was probably the path further up the mountain they had been looking for, and more than likely the one that would lead them to her goal. This stupid hunt for a myth was becoming tiresome, and although the journey had gleamed many interesting discoveries, they were still no closer to uncovering so much as a clue to this damned scroll of Kowlin’s interest.
The guide would set about trying to light the torches he had brought, fumbling about in his overly large pack for the signs of a lighter he proclaimed to have brought along with him. ”Jus’ one second, think it’s in here somewhere!” he cried, whilst the sorceress watched on in disinterest. It wasn’t long before her eyes lazily diverted to the tunnel before them, and she merely went on ahead without any warning for the village idiot.
The staff in her hand clicked against the hard stone several times before the bladed crescent moon upon it began to emit a bright glow to illuminate the darkened cavern. ”I found it!” yelled the guide, lifting the lighter up into the air in a triumphant poise in the snow. At that moment the disturbance from Celeste’s actions would awaken a flock of bats, whom took their flight directly out of the cavern’s mouth and at the screaming guide. The lighter was juggled momentarily before it was knocked out of his hand and sailing quietly over the edge of the cliff. THe guide bowed his head sheepishly when the commotion had died down, before looking up to meet the eyes of the sorceress. Celeste had given another glimpse his way, if only for a moment, just to ensure the man understood the disappoint that stared back at him.PL: 10,000 | Antisense: Active