Post by illirica on Jun 15, 2021 16:27:54 GMT
The room did not seem inclined to change, and so after a while, Anceline decided that it was probably real. That, or it was just another dream, but she wasn't getting anywhere in it by standing around, so she might as well see what happened next.
There was a dead boy in the room with her. She watched him for a while, but Ennius' body wasn't getting up this time. She wondered if it never had - if that had all just been a dream as well. Of course, that begged the question of how it had gotten here, and she didn't have an answer for it. It was easier to be around him when he was still. Before he had been strange, but now he was just a body waiting for burial.
She wondered if anyone had buried the bodies left back in Coda. Someone should have... but there hadn't been time. It was a sorry excuse, but she knew she couldn't turn back. Anceline doubted she had the strength to dig a grave, anyway... and she had to go north. She couldn't linger here long, but she could still prepare a bit better than she had for their wild flight. There would be supplies here, somewhere. Of course, Anceline had no idea what they could trade for them. She had nothing of value.
She knew nothing about how to steal, either.
A frown traced her features, and she shook her head. That was not the way. She would see it through another way, and put her faith in human kindness. There had to be some of that left. Someone had lain poor Ennius out for burial, after all.
Anceline bowed solemly to his remains, but did not approach them. "May you find your way, in the afterlife," she murmured, a soft prayer - all that she had to give him. From this, she turned away, and opened the door out into the common room. Owain was there, and Laurent, and the strange woman who'd been there when they'd come in. Lochlan was nowhere to be seen, but perhaps he was out, with his wild wolf. There was a chair empty, and she slipped into it with more relief than she would have liked. Her legs begged for more rest, but her mind would not be still.
She didn't know what to say, other than a soft "Thank you." Whether it was to their host, for the bed, or to the boys, for helping her get this far, Anceline didn't even know herself. It seemed like it ought to have been said, though. She placed her elbows on the table, a motion that would have gotten her scolded at home, and put her face in her hands, closing her eyes for a moment.
Flames flickered, in the distance, a bright beacon of hate. Anceline sighed, and sat up once more. "If I could beg another favor, I should like to borrow needle and thread, to mend things before we go. I should... like to begin with a bit more preparation, this time."
There was a dead boy in the room with her. She watched him for a while, but Ennius' body wasn't getting up this time. She wondered if it never had - if that had all just been a dream as well. Of course, that begged the question of how it had gotten here, and she didn't have an answer for it. It was easier to be around him when he was still. Before he had been strange, but now he was just a body waiting for burial.
She wondered if anyone had buried the bodies left back in Coda. Someone should have... but there hadn't been time. It was a sorry excuse, but she knew she couldn't turn back. Anceline doubted she had the strength to dig a grave, anyway... and she had to go north. She couldn't linger here long, but she could still prepare a bit better than she had for their wild flight. There would be supplies here, somewhere. Of course, Anceline had no idea what they could trade for them. She had nothing of value.
She knew nothing about how to steal, either.
A frown traced her features, and she shook her head. That was not the way. She would see it through another way, and put her faith in human kindness. There had to be some of that left. Someone had lain poor Ennius out for burial, after all.
Anceline bowed solemly to his remains, but did not approach them. "May you find your way, in the afterlife," she murmured, a soft prayer - all that she had to give him. From this, she turned away, and opened the door out into the common room. Owain was there, and Laurent, and the strange woman who'd been there when they'd come in. Lochlan was nowhere to be seen, but perhaps he was out, with his wild wolf. There was a chair empty, and she slipped into it with more relief than she would have liked. Her legs begged for more rest, but her mind would not be still.
She didn't know what to say, other than a soft "Thank you." Whether it was to their host, for the bed, or to the boys, for helping her get this far, Anceline didn't even know herself. It seemed like it ought to have been said, though. She placed her elbows on the table, a motion that would have gotten her scolded at home, and put her face in her hands, closing her eyes for a moment.
Flames flickered, in the distance, a bright beacon of hate. Anceline sighed, and sat up once more. "If I could beg another favor, I should like to borrow needle and thread, to mend things before we go. I should... like to begin with a bit more preparation, this time."