RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
10-14-2014, 02:31 AM
"It's not pity," Myra replied flatly, staring down at the Half-Imp, "and considering you survived whatever made that gaping hole in your clothes, 'fragile' is not a word that would be used to describe you." She sat down on the stone floor as well once she caught Mayor's worried, glowing eyes, and began inspecting herself and her clothes. "Good grebe, we're all just a mess." she muttered under her breath as she looked over all the tears and stains.
The ravenfolk gave a sigh, and faced Bohw once more. There were lot of questions coming to Myra already, but her track record tells her to keep her beak shut, or at least to pace herself with her inquiries..."So, it's a curse, those voices take over you for a while, and your people- whoever 'your people' are- think you to be some lost soul," She stated bluntly, maintaining her serious gaze. The fall and explosion had left her surprisingly sober from any excited feelings, and her head felt hazy enough to be focused on objectives, but only that. Myra carried with the same candid tone as before, "The people and what they think of you don't matter. What does matter is what can be done about this 'curse'. How'd it come to be in the first place?"
The ravenfolk gave a sigh, and faced Bohw once more. There were lot of questions coming to Myra already, but her track record tells her to keep her beak shut, or at least to pace herself with her inquiries..."So, it's a curse, those voices take over you for a while, and your people- whoever 'your people' are- think you to be some lost soul," She stated bluntly, maintaining her serious gaze. The fall and explosion had left her surprisingly sober from any excited feelings, and her head felt hazy enough to be focused on objectives, but only that. Myra carried with the same candid tone as before, "The people and what they think of you don't matter. What does matter is what can be done about this 'curse'. How'd it come to be in the first place?"