>>6101441A few hours later, a light drizzle has caught you by surprise. Your group has found cover under a large stone sticking out of the trail. You stand right beneath its lip, looking up at the grey sky, hiding the planetary ring with its dull hue.
The last time you found yourself in such a situation, Soralisa could still use both arms.
She is laying on the floor now, reading one of her books, while Rubida patiently takes care of her air and turns the pages for her.
Salicera is taking a break, laying against the moss, her face covered by her hood. You do not know how to deal with her yet. You have a feeling she’s trying to hide it, but missing your planned encounter hurt her. Especially after you yourself insisted so much.
Master reaches you, the noise of his heavy boots making you turn.
“Is it soothing to watch it rain?”
“It is,” you agree, pulling your hood tighter over your head. Now that you are crossing the heartlands of Madua, you don’t want to risk revealing your silver-coloured head. “I’m trying to clear my mind up a bit.”
“That worried about the Asterites?”
“Not just that. The mission as well. Carnaval did not specify much,” you shrug. “I don’t even know what we are supposed to do.”
“She wasn’t any less secretive with me. I believe it’s because she can be scatterbrained sometimes. She certainly wouldn’t have kept details hidden on purpose.”
Carnaval… scatterbrained? If it wasn’t Master suggesting this, you’d draw your sword to cleave through such heresy.
[cont.]
