NIGHT 31 MINGLE (+ dreams)

[crittersheep]

It's a night full of tumultuous feelings, in the pasture. A good night's rest would be nice.

Or, one could run themselves one last bit ragged!

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[afineknight]

[ One of the women looks off to the side.

The man closes his eyes for a moment before looking back down at her. ]

There is one who has returned to heaven.

[adorabrawler]

... Oh.

[ So that's why. She's silent for a moment, then: ]

Do... they need help getting water?

[ No use standing here uselessly. ]

[afineknight]

There is no need. They are putting out the last of the dying embers now.

[ He gives her a courteous little nod though, seemingly touched by her concern. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ Hm. ]

All right. Then I won't get in the way.

[ She says, backing up from the crowd by some. Maybe there was very little to see here, after all—aside from the unfortunate fact that a life had been lost, but it isn't her place to go prodding into that. ]

[afineknight]

[ As the tall man turns to walk away and direct other villagers, a single sheet of paper falls from his pocket, landing on the ground neatly. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ —Oh. Oops!

She looks up; the man doesn't seem to notice, so she kneels down to scoop it back up. She is, of course, going to give the paper a cursory glance. ]

[afineknight]

[ It appears to be a torn sheet of paper, something out of a journal:

"There is a young boy who lives in the cabin by
the lake with his grandfather. It seems that his
mother was called to heaven upon his birth.

His grandfather doesn't talk much, but the lad
is very bright and spirited. He told me a story
about a knight who rides a donkey again today." ]

[adorabrawler]

[ Wait... A cabin by a lake...

She folds the paper back up and jogs toward the man. ]

—'Scuse me! Hey!

[afineknight]

[ The man appears to be busy, directing villagers as they finish up putting out the remains of the fire. He's constantly speaking with someone or other, being addressed as the "elder."

The cabin door appears to be unattended, partially open. To the east is a dilapidated pier, water lapping at the slowly decaying wood. In the distance, a wolf howls. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ To busy to notice the paper is gone, even... Well, it's probably not as important, anyway. She'll return it later.

For now... It's pointless to stand around, especially when she isn't familiar with this place. And, being the nosy preteen that she is, Spinel curiously sneaks to where the door is, peering in. ]

[afineknight]

[ The door creaks open, but no one else seems to notice. They're too preoccupied with what they're already doing.

Inside, the room is . . . well. There's a soot covered table in the center of the room, as well as one cabinet lining the walls to the east and west. On the northern side of the room, there's another doorway — the door hanging awkwardly on the hinge now — leading to a hallway. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ Her cabin now.

First thing's first; she tiptoes toward the table, giving the room a cursory glance before skimming over what lies on the table. ]

[afineknight]

[ It seems there is a note on the table:

Three years ago, my beloved daughter passed
away shortly after giving birth to a son.

Since then, the boy has grown considerably.

He is a very curious child and has a true thirst
for knowledge. He even tries to follow after me
when I go out hunting. I can't take my eyes off
him for a second. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ ... Squint.

Obviously this has to do with the paper she's currently got. And speaking of—she slips it out again, and decides to compare the two sheets. Is the handwriting and/or the paper the same? ]

[afineknight]

[ The handwriting is different, and both sheets look like they came from a different source. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ Hm. She pockets that too, and if there's nothing else on the table she'll go inspecting the insides of the cabinets. ]

[afineknight]

[ In one of them, you find a Green Herb. ]

[adorabrawler]

[ Heck yeah healing item. Are you going to make her eat this later. ]

What's this weird thing... Ah, whatever.

[ Pockets it!! It's time to move on to the other door barely hanging on for its life and into the hallway. ]