Post by ShoddyProduct on Sept 6, 2023 3:23:22 GMT
Perhaps Rielle was a bit more than they could handle. She seemed fun, that was certain, but she seemed to have a story for everything. If it weren't for the fact that Juniper could relate to the near inability to stay focused on any one trail of thought, they'd wholly regret every approaching the storyteller. As they began to prepare to answer her question, their eyes found Alys, clearly bothered, fleeing something, or someone, dockside. She regrouped with none other than Caleb, and they both vanished, back inside the Nox.
"The guards. Oh, and anyone from Allegria or Fen Manor, from the last month or so. If they ask, say you don't know anything- shouldn't be hard, you literally don't. At least, not from this side of the story." Already they were moving on, beginning to scan the crowd. What had Alys like that? It was uncharacteristic, and if it was something for her to worry about, it was something for all of them to worry about.
The changeling very suddenly felt as if they were being watched. It was intensely uncomfortable in the way that they only felt when they feared someone had figured them out. Like the way Emryk had looked at them in the storeroom, back in the ruined city. That feeling of being seen, and known. "I'd send you aboard alone but that'd be a good way to start a fight. I'll bring you on, and you can show yourself around after that. Or not, you seem like you tend to know what you want to do," Juniper said, still scanning the crowd as they began their own way onto the Nox.
"The guards. Oh, and anyone from Allegria or Fen Manor, from the last month or so. If they ask, say you don't know anything- shouldn't be hard, you literally don't. At least, not from this side of the story." Already they were moving on, beginning to scan the crowd. What had Alys like that? It was uncharacteristic, and if it was something for her to worry about, it was something for all of them to worry about.
The changeling very suddenly felt as if they were being watched. It was intensely uncomfortable in the way that they only felt when they feared someone had figured them out. Like the way Emryk had looked at them in the storeroom, back in the ruined city. That feeling of being seen, and known. "I'd send you aboard alone but that'd be a good way to start a fight. I'll bring you on, and you can show yourself around after that. Or not, you seem like you tend to know what you want to do," Juniper said, still scanning the crowd as they began their own way onto the Nox.