When reality as he knows it is spiraling further from his grasp, the rituals that pass a day can't really be denied. Not even in the cold and wet, which had been most days in Caridis. There isn't magic in this world or the next that can keep a city on the sea from perpetual damp.
And so: awake with the grey dawn, another stone dropped in a fountain likelier to overflow from the rain than his odd intervention, and a hot bath in an empty house. The eye of the little storm had lasted just long enough for a walk to the Spring, retrieving his forgotten scarf, and he'd hoped to make it to the new library before the rain set in again.
What he hadn't expected was two antlered beasts, vaguely equine and tethered together, bellowing from the hard of a dark house. They had a sleek and silver look to them, under the matted fur and dull scales. Wet blankets were half-hung from their backs, and while one pulled and bellowed at the edge of the tether, it was the other stuck--its back leg tangled in a snare.
A simple enough fix, when he follows the line to its stakes and pulls them up--but it hardly seems right to leave them--tangled, tethered, waterlogged. At the very least he can sort the wire from its leg and cut the rope, let them fend a little better for themselves--but he gets a sound kick in the chest for the attempt, punting him back into the roots of a tree.
An oddly chatty tree, now gone silent. Something small pelts him in the head, and instead of dripping down his face with the shower of wet leaves--a blueberry pops into his hand.
"Is this how you look for the answers to your questions," he greets, still prone as the creatures trot further still from his landing place.
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When reality as he knows it is spiraling further from his grasp, the rituals that pass a day can't really be denied. Not even in the cold and wet, which had been most days in Caridis. There isn't magic in this world or the next that can keep a city on the sea from perpetual damp.
And so: awake with the grey dawn, another stone dropped in a fountain likelier to overflow from the rain than his odd intervention, and a hot bath in an empty house. The eye of the little storm had lasted just long enough for a walk to the Spring, retrieving his forgotten scarf, and he'd hoped to make it to the new library before the rain set in again.
What he hadn't expected was two antlered beasts, vaguely equine and tethered together, bellowing from the hard of a dark house. They had a sleek and silver look to them, under the matted fur and dull scales. Wet blankets were half-hung from their backs, and while one pulled and bellowed at the edge of the tether, it was the other stuck--its back leg tangled in a snare.
A simple enough fix, when he follows the line to its stakes and pulls them up--but it hardly seems right to leave them--tangled, tethered, waterlogged. At the very least he can sort the wire from its leg and cut the rope, let them fend a little better for themselves--but he gets a sound kick in the chest for the attempt, punting him back into the roots of a tree.
An oddly chatty tree, now gone silent. Something small pelts him in the head, and instead of dripping down his face with the shower of wet leaves--a blueberry pops into his hand.
"Is this how you look for the answers to your questions," he greets, still prone as the creatures trot further still from his landing place.