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Wait, you yell, <span class="mu-s">WAAIIIIIT!</span>
“I haven’t departed yet.” Morook states in a dry tone, “Was there something else?”
It’s just uh, you begin with a smirk as you rub your finger along your chin, it’s just kinda <span class="mu-i">funny</span> that you can tell the time of day… without, y’know… light and all.
“... Is that suspicious?”
“Actually I was wondering how you did that too, Mor.” Adds Volka with renewed interest in her voice. “I thought you didn’t like magic!”
“I <span class="mu-i">don’t</span>.” Spits the ranger. “But it’s not magic… here, follow me.”
Beckoning you both with a few low clicks, Morook leads you away from the campfire and down a small grassy embankment. So plants still gro-<span class="mu-s">AAAAH!</span>
“Watch your step.” Morook warns a few seconds after you pick yourself up from a puddle at the bottom of the hill picking pond scum out of your teeth. When the three of you have ventured far enough away from the safety of the camp, your guide pauses and hushes Volka and you with a hiss.
“What are we doin-”
“Don’t speak, just feel…” Morook whispers as he deftly interrupts the warrior. “Take note of what you smell. Taste. Hear. Feel.”
It takes a moment to get comfortable in the darkness, but Morook hasn’t let you down yet. Taking a deep breath, your focus immediately shifts to the distant howls of the local fauna…
But then you feel the breeze… the type you feel nipping your cheeks as you walk to work in early Fall. That crisp chill that signals the end of Summer… and then you feel something else–the tickle of something warm tousling your hair and kissing your face like a flock of butterflies.
Sunlight. So it’s not <span class="mu-i">gone</span>, it’s-
“Perhaps.” Shrugs the ranger as you continue to bask in your senses, “It could also be a substitute conjured up by mages, or the lingering effects of what once was–like a phantom limb.” Morook sighs. “Nature’s a good teacher provided you stop to listen. You’ll notice too once the sun’s phantom departs for the day.”
“Yea well…” Volka begins as she stretches, shattering the silence with the creak of metal, “I’ll leave the timekeeping to you then, Ant, because I didn’t get anything except for a little <span class="mu-i">nap</span>...”
Just great–whisked away to a fantasy world and you’ve become a glorified <span class="mu-i">clock</span>.
>CONTD.
