A Dangerous Journey - Charlotte + Sialarvanya Jan 11, 2018 17:02:18 GMT -7
Post by Solveig on Jan 11, 2018 17:02:18 GMT -7
The woman, the seeress, commented that she could see Solveig was quite dedicated and she was unsure of how to take it. She didn’t know enough about the woman to know whether it was a compliment, a critique, or a joke. She simply nodded her acceptance of the statement - if there was one thing Solveig was she supposed dedicated would be the word. You didn’t get to where she was without dedication, and in this particular instance she was further driven by her need to save her people and the woman she loved.
When the woman took the amulet she stared at it intently for a time before coming back to herself and tossing the necklace away. Despite suspecting it was on purpose, she flinched as it shattered on the ground and worried briefly that the woman was in fact a trickster. Thankfully the pieces began to glow almost immediately and formed into what Solveig could only hope was a... transportation fog or something. It was like nothing she had ever seen before and she found herself wondering for probably the first time if everyone did magic differently. Did a transportation spell look the same no matter who cast it, or was it different for each mage? The purple fog really seemed to fit the woman before her, who also was adorned almost entirely in the colour, and she was not sure she’d ever seen Sia cast something that looked quite like this.
The Seeress confirmed her suspicion regarding what it was, and then despite never having introduced herself (which she realized only now, and was mildly shamed at the realization) the woman knew who she was. Magic, she thought absently, though she didn’t think being able to magic someone’s identity and make a teleportation dog would have been under the same umbrella, so to speak. But then again, what did she know about magic?
At the reminder of the horse Solveig let out a surprised chuckle, shocked to have completely forgotten about the animal in only the brief time she’s been here. ”Ah, yes,” she agreed. The second horse she had taken, which was the one she’d ridden the first few days of travel, had been left at a stable about halfway here. Even a good horse could only be ridden hard for so long before it exhausted itself. She would have that one sent for later, but for now she did go to the other and grab her reigns, leading the animal back towards the strange glowing fog. It was unsure, and admittedly so was Solveig, but the animal was well trained and when she stepped forward and into the fog it joined her without hassle. Now to just hope it truly led where they needed to be. And, she supposed, to pray that everyone else was still alive to be saved.