Post by ShoddyProduct on Aug 12, 2023 1:04:43 GMT
Just after they sat down, Caleb began barking commands to get the ship in the air. To Juniper, that was nothing but a positive. They could not wait to be rid of this place, and everything coming here had brought with it. They neglected to help, however, their attention wholly drawn in by the staff in a way they couldn't exactly explain. It was sort of like when they'd just started their magic lessons, that feeling of something new again, something to take their attention for days and not let go until they knew everything they could. The changeling poured over the faint etchings in the wood, studied its shape, probed it with their... essence? Whatever it was that motivated their magic, measuring how it reacted.
They were content to stay this way as the Nox took to the air, and would have for likely hours, if not for another pair of voices, ones they were deeply interested in how they were coping. Ciaran and Beck, having a confrontation at last. The sorceress pretended to not pay attention, keeping their eyes locked on the staff, which let them focus on listening instead. Their eyes glazed over as the talk went on. The master gunner was letting her down gently, that was good. Maybe they wouldn't have t-
Juniper sat up straight, looking towards the front of the ship with a face that could only be frustration. Godsdamn Beck wouldn't just let it go, he was doing everything to get her away from this but she was insistent and it didn't make sense.
Slowly, they turned their head to look toward Ciaran, and consequently, the archer from Fen Manor. They spoke not a word, instead electing to stare directly at the gunner. Juniper shook their head, slowly, without ever breaking eye contact. They'd get her out of here, one way or another.
They were content to stay this way as the Nox took to the air, and would have for likely hours, if not for another pair of voices, ones they were deeply interested in how they were coping. Ciaran and Beck, having a confrontation at last. The sorceress pretended to not pay attention, keeping their eyes locked on the staff, which let them focus on listening instead. Their eyes glazed over as the talk went on. The master gunner was letting her down gently, that was good. Maybe they wouldn't have t-
Juniper sat up straight, looking towards the front of the ship with a face that could only be frustration. Godsdamn Beck wouldn't just let it go, he was doing everything to get her away from this but she was insistent and it didn't make sense.
Slowly, they turned their head to look toward Ciaran, and consequently, the archer from Fen Manor. They spoke not a word, instead electing to stare directly at the gunner. Juniper shook their head, slowly, without ever breaking eye contact. They'd get her out of here, one way or another.