[ He...does not like the movement beneath their feet. That usually means there's something big around, either under the surface or close enough, and that never bodes well, in Adelis' personal experience.
The explanation is....hm. Somewhat familiar? He's sure he said something similar, but not in detail. Cleansing such a tainted, accursed place seems fairly far-fetched to him- Ostoya is, after all, cursed down to the roots, and it hasn't be fixed in centuries...nor will it likely ever be.
But he won't comment on the perceived futility, not that he was given much time to. This is clearly not the first time he's had to explain himself, and were this not a dream, it also wouldn't be the last. But they apparently have bigger problems, if the rumble at their feet is any indication. ]
What-
[ He catches himself fairly easily at the rattle of the earth, but it's the shadow overhead that nearly makes him freeze. It's large, imposing, and it's like the scent of death and rot grows ever stronger. He has seen monsters of many shapes and sizes, but never the size of whatever is overhead, overcasting half the plateau. ]
What. The fuck is that.
[ Part of him feels he knows the answer, from hearing both his and Syrlya's talks of their home, but he really doesn't have the desire to be right. ]
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The explanation is....hm. Somewhat familiar? He's sure he said something similar, but not in detail. Cleansing such a tainted, accursed place seems fairly far-fetched to him- Ostoya is, after all, cursed down to the roots, and it hasn't be fixed in centuries...nor will it likely ever be.
But he won't comment on the perceived futility, not that he was given much time to. This is clearly not the first time he's had to explain himself, and were this not a dream, it also wouldn't be the last. But they apparently have bigger problems, if the rumble at their feet is any indication. ]
What-
[ He catches himself fairly easily at the rattle of the earth, but it's the shadow overhead that nearly makes him freeze. It's large, imposing, and it's like the scent of death and rot grows ever stronger. He has seen monsters of many shapes and sizes, but never the size of whatever is overhead, overcasting half the plateau. ]
What. The fuck is that.
[ Part of him feels he knows the answer, from hearing both his and Syrlya's talks of their home, but he really doesn't have the desire to be right. ]