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driftfleet2016-07-21 06:11 pm
child_of_bhaal) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-21 06:11 pm
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Who: Syeira, Arthur, Maglor, and Finrod.
Broadcast:None
Action: On the planet
When: The end of July
It's very like a quest from back home. Gathering a group of assorted persons and types to go traipsing off to an only vaguely known location to see if they could get some kind of trinket. That was pretty much her daily life before the fleet, so she feels a pleasant sense of nostalgia that has her in a chipper mood.
Yes, she only needed one person to go to this apparent magic gift giving tree, but why take one when you could have a group? And it's not exactly wise to walk over a day into forested area with only two people. That's just begging for trouble, even if the natives were all friendly, you should never discount the dangers of the wild.
She may be the shortest of the group, but she leads them, gliding over the ground swift and easily, no root, rock, or fallen tree tripping up her sure steps. She knows the direction they're supposed to go, and so they have no map.
"It's supposed to be another half a day from here, I think. Does anyone need to rest?"
Broadcast:None
Action: On the planet
When: The end of July
It's very like a quest from back home. Gathering a group of assorted persons and types to go traipsing off to an only vaguely known location to see if they could get some kind of trinket. That was pretty much her daily life before the fleet, so she feels a pleasant sense of nostalgia that has her in a chipper mood.
Yes, she only needed one person to go to this apparent magic gift giving tree, but why take one when you could have a group? And it's not exactly wise to walk over a day into forested area with only two people. That's just begging for trouble, even if the natives were all friendly, you should never discount the dangers of the wild.
She may be the shortest of the group, but she leads them, gliding over the ground swift and easily, no root, rock, or fallen tree tripping up her sure steps. She knows the direction they're supposed to go, and so they have no map.
"It's supposed to be another half a day from here, I think. Does anyone need to rest?"