Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2022 22:25:57 GMT -5
”Hey you! I have yours here,” the witch would chime jovially as she would exit the shop, two sandwiches in hand. It was still a strange feeling to visit a new world, but this time felt a bit different! Having been brought here for what she guessed would be an eventful trip, Celeste would let her enthusiasm treat them to something special to express some appreciation. It was curious enough that she was even asked along. It wasn’t often she was included in anything these days, the feeling as equally foreign to being here. Though there was no response when she opened her eyes, smile fading only to find emptiness in greeting.
The witch looked up and down the path from the door, only to find a few faces in passing that she couldn’t recognize. The realization would hit the girl as her heart sank with her chin. ”Oh." Celeste stood there in silence for several moments, melted cheese and sauce oozing over the wrappers onto her hands. Well, that happened.
The treats found the trash, her boots the path.
”Pardon me, but have you happened to notice a young man by the name of ‘Dion’? He carries a sword and is rather unwell. I’m terribly worried for him, and it would be such a shame if I never caught up.”
The merchant blinked behind a table laden with rations and armor. ”Dion?” he repeated. ”I haven’t heard that name. A swordsman, you said?”
”Oh yes. Dark hair. A kind heart, if ever there was one. I just tremble at the thought of what could happen to him alone!”
”Well I’ll ask around. It’s hardly a big outpost.”
Celeste let out a long, dramatic sigh. What a bore this vacation had become. ”So it is! That poor, poor soul! What ever will he do without me!?” The witch would briefly pout with a sob. ”Well, you have my thanks regardless. Now I do think I’ll take my leave.”
”Wait, what did you say your name was?” the merchant called after her, but Celeste had already strolled away without another second’s notice. She considered the sky with a kind of idle interest, thoughts churning slowly.
I guess he's probably still sore over the beach...
This would take time.
Far more time than she would have liked, but it couldn’t be helped, she supposed. The witch had no power here but her own, no networks of information, and not nearly enough mana to extend her senses, not without changing that was. She could only glean a soul across a vast distance, not an entire planet she knew nothing about. What was she to do now? There was no denying it stung a little.
Therein existed the possibility to simply tear through the minds of these unsuspecting denizens, to discern exactly what was the source. She could scry among their memories for her dear friend’s location here on the planet, were it not for the threat of a terrible migraine. It would be easier had this world more similar properties to Earth; the distortions in energies here made it difficult to focus.
Oh, there was something unusual brewing over the horizon, surely – this had not escaped her notice. Though the distance was too far without a guide, and she knew naught of this world to exploit the void to traverse it. In the end, Celeste had only resolution and the endless patience to see this search through.
And so, she would wait. And ask. And search. There was a possible thrill to the hunt, after all, and Celeste so sought a taste of that unmistakable aura once again. That unfortunate paragon who carried the awakening power of a god – or something more terrifying. Given time, she would find him, she would nurture along that blossoming flower, and then…
”Pardon me, have you seen a swordsman? He fancies himself a hero.”
Well, Celeste supposed she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.PL: 52,000 | Antisense: ON