The Harvest Festival
Nov 1, 2020 14:31:43 GMT -5
Post by Omorose on Nov 1, 2020 14:31:43 GMT -5
Omorose was relaxing in the wagon, despite the odd things happening around them. She was surrounded by odd usually. It seemed to gather around her. A woman who helps the dead cross over seems to attract it a lot. Tzi didn’t seem to be used to this; she seemed a little nervous. The magus didn’t comment on it, however, instead sipping at her cider as the wagon suddenly started up again. Performers did seem more likely. As the wagon lurched forward, the human turned her head to the dworc and smiled. ”Certainly not now, but it’ll be fi-“ she was cut off by the voice again.
Not that she cared. She still couldn’t find the owner of the voice. But Tzi could hear her, so she wasn’t a spirit. Omorose listened as she mentioned a list. The wagon dove into the tunnel, the darkness surrounding them like a blanket. A list of what could go wrong? That really wouldn’t be conductive. It would just eat away at her new friend’s fears. The tunnel also probably wasn’t helping, a rough coincidence of circumstances. Gold green eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly just as the voice’s owner appeared before them.
She was clearly speaking to her friend, and not to her. The feline’s focus was on the dworc as she confirmed she would being literally making a list, right then and there. Omo’s eyes sparkled in faint amusement, but she did take a moment to get a good look at the creature. She was in extremely rough shape. Fur was missing in most places, parts of her body even appeared to be decaying. That immediately pulled Omorose’s interest in. Eyes scanned over moss that was literally growing on the feline’s body, and she suddenly was able to sense that this body, was in fact, dead. But here she was, speaking, moving, eyes bright and vibrant and there.
The follower of the god of the dead sat there, stunned, for a good stretch of time.
Finally, she regained herself, taking another sip of cider. ”I’m not sure a list would truly help,” she pointed out, gently. The burning desire to ask questions was ever present on her lips. But that would be rude, and while Omo was sometimes eccentric, even this Osirion knew better than to just ask why somebody was dead.
ooc.
Just Making a Few Precautions, Gather.
Not that she cared. She still couldn’t find the owner of the voice. But Tzi could hear her, so she wasn’t a spirit. Omorose listened as she mentioned a list. The wagon dove into the tunnel, the darkness surrounding them like a blanket. A list of what could go wrong? That really wouldn’t be conductive. It would just eat away at her new friend’s fears. The tunnel also probably wasn’t helping, a rough coincidence of circumstances. Gold green eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly just as the voice’s owner appeared before them.
She was clearly speaking to her friend, and not to her. The feline’s focus was on the dworc as she confirmed she would being literally making a list, right then and there. Omo’s eyes sparkled in faint amusement, but she did take a moment to get a good look at the creature. She was in extremely rough shape. Fur was missing in most places, parts of her body even appeared to be decaying. That immediately pulled Omorose’s interest in. Eyes scanned over moss that was literally growing on the feline’s body, and she suddenly was able to sense that this body, was in fact, dead. But here she was, speaking, moving, eyes bright and vibrant and there.
The follower of the god of the dead sat there, stunned, for a good stretch of time.
Finally, she regained herself, taking another sip of cider. ”I’m not sure a list would truly help,” she pointed out, gently. The burning desire to ask questions was ever present on her lips. But that would be rude, and while Omo was sometimes eccentric, even this Osirion knew better than to just ask why somebody was dead.
ooc.
Just Making a Few Precautions, Gather.