The suddenness of his exit left Mao in an unsure conundrum.
Something struck the man so suddenly and without warning he left her alone in the same library he’d just said she required company to enter, meaning whatever just occurred was serious enough for him to forget a “rule” – though how much of a stickler for it they were remained to be seen. The way he acted also struck her as uncharacteristic, like something completely stole his focus and set him on edge. Should she follow, or wait for him here? Whatever it was might be guild business; and thus something she held no right to stick her nose into, though he wouldn’t mentioned that wouldn’t he? Did it have to do with the dream?
Instinct kicked in as Mao began trailing him, already behind by a fair few paces and thus struggled to keep up without making too much noise. Not that it would’ve mattered given how driven Dmitry’s attention appeared to be on whatever summoned him. That innate, built in curiosity drove the woman to follow this man, hiding behind a corner as he stood before a partially destroyed maze. ’What is this place even for?’ she pondered, though dared not speak aloud. Slinking towards the floor, Mao’s oversized tail curled around her feet a little in an absent-minded gesture to protect herself, ’And what happened here?’
The very building began to shudder and shake with the fury of the earth, Mao’s body curling up further as both hands moved to shield both head and ears. Dust shook free from cracks in the wall, coating the floor and small mage in spots. No matter how short an earthquake lasted however, it would stretch to eons in many people’s perception, Mao no exception to the rule as teeth grit and a small whimper escaped. The noise was lost beneath the stronger sounds of the guild hall’s groans at the sudden magical surge. An unknown, uncommon emotion seeped into her body to her bones until it finally all stopped, the girl wanting nothing more than to return to the safety of her bed, and plethora of blankets and pillows back in that skyward home of Sabertooth where the anger of the earth couldn’t be felt.
Finally, after things settled she dared to peak around the corner and witnessed something that only furthered her panic, disappearing back into her seated position around the corner. ’Tears?’ The spiritual mage’s attention continued to focus elsewhere, a plethora of emotions residing inside that leaked strong enough for Mao to get a taste. Biting her lip, she gave off the tiniest of glows as if to shield herself from whatever he was experiencing, breaking off that small emotional connection in a moment of self-preservation.
When it no longer tapped at her skin the glow disappeared and muscles began to loosen until the tips of her tail could be seen from around the corner. ”I’m sorry,” she croaked from the safety of the doorway, remaining seated, ”I’m…I’m not very good at…comforting people.” Tears usually meant someone was sad, right? She’d witnessed many upset people crying before after a troubling or harsh event. The notion that something troubling or bad happened to him set her on edge a little, a feeling of powerlessness engulfing her and preventing the girl from moving an inch from her position. Hands still holding her ears down slightly, in case another round of earth rattling began, she continued to apologize in that small, yet audible voice, ”I’m sorry for following…I didn’t want to…get you in trouble though. You said I had to be accompanied, so I figured, if you left me there, they…might get mad.” Should she leave? It would be a more viable option if she could recall which way was out, but right now she couldn’t bring forth the memory of their earlier traipsing through the guild hall.
Something struck the man so suddenly and without warning he left her alone in the same library he’d just said she required company to enter, meaning whatever just occurred was serious enough for him to forget a “rule” – though how much of a stickler for it they were remained to be seen. The way he acted also struck her as uncharacteristic, like something completely stole his focus and set him on edge. Should she follow, or wait for him here? Whatever it was might be guild business; and thus something she held no right to stick her nose into, though he wouldn’t mentioned that wouldn’t he? Did it have to do with the dream?
Instinct kicked in as Mao began trailing him, already behind by a fair few paces and thus struggled to keep up without making too much noise. Not that it would’ve mattered given how driven Dmitry’s attention appeared to be on whatever summoned him. That innate, built in curiosity drove the woman to follow this man, hiding behind a corner as he stood before a partially destroyed maze. ’What is this place even for?’ she pondered, though dared not speak aloud. Slinking towards the floor, Mao’s oversized tail curled around her feet a little in an absent-minded gesture to protect herself, ’And what happened here?’
The very building began to shudder and shake with the fury of the earth, Mao’s body curling up further as both hands moved to shield both head and ears. Dust shook free from cracks in the wall, coating the floor and small mage in spots. No matter how short an earthquake lasted however, it would stretch to eons in many people’s perception, Mao no exception to the rule as teeth grit and a small whimper escaped. The noise was lost beneath the stronger sounds of the guild hall’s groans at the sudden magical surge. An unknown, uncommon emotion seeped into her body to her bones until it finally all stopped, the girl wanting nothing more than to return to the safety of her bed, and plethora of blankets and pillows back in that skyward home of Sabertooth where the anger of the earth couldn’t be felt.
Finally, after things settled she dared to peak around the corner and witnessed something that only furthered her panic, disappearing back into her seated position around the corner. ’Tears?’ The spiritual mage’s attention continued to focus elsewhere, a plethora of emotions residing inside that leaked strong enough for Mao to get a taste. Biting her lip, she gave off the tiniest of glows as if to shield herself from whatever he was experiencing, breaking off that small emotional connection in a moment of self-preservation.
When it no longer tapped at her skin the glow disappeared and muscles began to loosen until the tips of her tail could be seen from around the corner. ”I’m sorry,” she croaked from the safety of the doorway, remaining seated, ”I’m…I’m not very good at…comforting people.” Tears usually meant someone was sad, right? She’d witnessed many upset people crying before after a troubling or harsh event. The notion that something troubling or bad happened to him set her on edge a little, a feeling of powerlessness engulfing her and preventing the girl from moving an inch from her position. Hands still holding her ears down slightly, in case another round of earth rattling began, she continued to apologize in that small, yet audible voice, ”I’m sorry for following…I didn’t want to…get you in trouble though. You said I had to be accompanied, so I figured, if you left me there, they…might get mad.” Should she leave? It would be a more viable option if she could recall which way was out, but right now she couldn’t bring forth the memory of their earlier traipsing through the guild hall.
