During her flight back, Jade took a detour. She looped around in the sky, hoping to avoid detection. She peered down at the sands rolling past the large outcropping of rock, and spotted a few ragged shelters haphazardly clinging to the outside. Several white-haired figures caught her eye, and when she made to wing away - one standing atop the rock waved at her.
She almost swerved away in outright panic, wings beating to remain level. Gazing at the woman -an older woman - from here, she swallowed a dryness in her throat. How did she miss one old woman climbing the rocks? It wasnt THAT dark. Scolding herself, she looped around again and sure enough, the old woman waved. Again. Jade waved back before she could stop herself.
The old Kelkerry woman motioned for her to land, and without even wondering, Jade did so, alighting delicately at the other end of the outcrop of stone. No other Kelkerry made a motion to come up; they barely registered her existence. The old woman smiled and said in alarmingly clear Common Tongue: I dreamed that you had companions, flying girl.
No need to be frightened. I have dreamed about you. You are the sky, there is the day and the night, and the Earth Mother and her daughter, Spring.
Jade blinked at her and the old Kelkerry nodded sagely. And others. Others as well. But small. Not as grand. And more still. She hesitated. Well? You should go fetch them.
And with that, The old woman turned and began to deftly (and quickly for a gal her age) climb down the side of the rock face, leaving Jade bewildered. After a moment she took flight again, winging back towards their softly glowing campfire. She contemplated the encounter as she flew and by the time she landed and approached her friends she had decided that the Kelkerry would never ever work for their tormentors and that going there might be the safest option for them!
I just met some Kelkerry. They say they dreamed about us. They invited us to their camp, maybe three hours walking that way. Jade pointed, an excited smile on her face. Shara mirrored her excitement, and Midgha made some sort of pious gesture, clasping her hands.
Kelkerry shaman. They have truth-dreams. Midgha confirmed. But we eat first.
Raka smirked over at the goblin, watching him gut the lizard. Whenever Boil looked over though, he would casually look back towards the rest of their companions. He pounded sand off of himself to, and reattached the chains around himself. He sheathed his scimitar and shook out his dreadlocks before taking his position opposite Walker, near to where Shara sat by the soup.
When Jade shared her tidings about the Kelkerry, Raka clenched his jaw. I dont like it. If this shaman dreamed us, then she would know who we are. Why would she take the risk?
Shara smiled over at him. Because some people are just good.
Raka scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. The look was of grudging acceptance - an expression the group would have grown quite used to in their time together. Shara giggled.
Jade and Shara both looked to Jade for the final say.
Jacintha remained calm.
In her room next to Edgars, she was sitting cross legged, back ram-rod straight and eyes closed. She breathed slowly and surely. She used Edgars pacing as a metronome at first, but when he began to get more frustrated and edgy, the rhythm changed. But by that time she was in her meditations. She would spend an hour in this way, leveling her mind and organizing her thoughts. Still no word from Dima or Fiora. She missed her little flower.
Hopes of revenge prickled along her skin.
After the tunnels first bore her fruit in her search, she sent a discrete message through the trinket to Fiora, informing her of their location. After that she had stuffed the trinket away in her side bag without a second look. She awaited their summons home.
She remained calm.
Shout out to all those players I miss, and the new friends I make.