[Ah, yes. There it is. The telltale howl of something nasty coming for them. Palamedes can't help the wry chuckle he gives in response to Viktor's commentary, because yeah — the timing.]
Already, huh. We're on the move, it'll be fine. — Sorry, off topic: your Omen is adorable.
[She is, he has to make that clear. Somewhere behind them is a fluttering of massive wings and then a shower of more light orbs, as the big butterfly chooses this moment to take flight and glide overhead. Palamedes makes a half-irritated noise and pulls up the hood of his cloak, bothered by the light show that makes them extra visible to beasts in the dark and not wanting to absorb any Totally Unearned Overconfidence from touching the orbs.
But off they go, and the butterfly's untimely exit gives Palamedes the freedom to look around and try to guess where the howling something is. Maybe they should toss that bloody rag...]
I've been thinking about figuring out some kind of a workshop, [he says, because yeah there's a beast nearby, but also there's science? He can walk and talk and listen for beasties, it's fine.] We'll see. Where you grew up, how—
[How what, no one shall ever know, as Palamedes is interrupted by a much closer noise-of-beast, a menacing snarling coming from around the back of a building. He stops short, squinting into the dark, then gestures at Viktor to keep going.]
Give me, huh, twenty seconds? I'm putting up a ward and hoping I've got the right alley.
[This warding is not necessarily a super interesting thing to watch, Palamedes merely stands there focusing and then raises a hand in a jerky motion like he's physically pulling up a wall out of the ground. The ward is invisible besides a shimmering in the air like heat, leaving only Palamedes' satisfied look and the fact that he is gently sweating blood after those twenty seconds the proof that the ward is there.
Timed well: a glowing red beastie eye emerges from the muddy darkness beyond the shimmer. Time to really go, in case he doesn't have enough juice to hold the ward up much longer.]
We need to go before I burst into terrified sobs, [this is only half a joke] let's go.
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Already, huh. We're on the move, it'll be fine. — Sorry, off topic: your Omen is adorable.
[She is, he has to make that clear. Somewhere behind them is a fluttering of massive wings and then a shower of more light orbs, as the big butterfly chooses this moment to take flight and glide overhead. Palamedes makes a half-irritated noise and pulls up the hood of his cloak, bothered by the light show that makes them extra visible to beasts in the dark and not wanting to absorb any Totally Unearned Overconfidence from touching the orbs.
But off they go, and the butterfly's untimely exit gives Palamedes the freedom to look around and try to guess where the howling something is. Maybe they should toss that bloody rag...]
I've been thinking about figuring out some kind of a workshop, [he says, because yeah there's a beast nearby, but also there's science? He can walk and talk and listen for beasties, it's fine.] We'll see. Where you grew up, how—
[How what, no one shall ever know, as Palamedes is interrupted by a much closer noise-of-beast, a menacing snarling coming from around the back of a building. He stops short, squinting into the dark, then gestures at Viktor to keep going.]
Give me, huh, twenty seconds? I'm putting up a ward and hoping I've got the right alley.
[This warding is not necessarily a super interesting thing to watch, Palamedes merely stands there focusing and then raises a hand in a jerky motion like he's physically pulling up a wall out of the ground. The ward is invisible besides a shimmering in the air like heat, leaving only Palamedes' satisfied look and the fact that he is gently sweating blood after those twenty seconds the proof that the ward is there.
Timed well: a glowing red beastie eye emerges from the muddy darkness beyond the shimmer. Time to really go, in case he doesn't have enough juice to hold the ward up much longer.]
We need to go before I burst into terrified sobs, [this is only half a joke] let's go.