( wanda sits on her knees, just south of a dense copse of trees, and lets her hands smooth over the grass blades. something has stepped over them, and it's clear as day that it is hooves; with plenty of goats in solvunn and the primary settlement, this wouldn't be surprising, but these tracks are singular—not accompanied, like most of the goats that would graze together.
some children had pointed out this specific area when they had been asked about what they thought they saw, eyes peering at them from between the trees.
she turns to rocket, sitting up straight now, and points towards the dark grove. )
[ It's not, actually. There have been deer too. And creepy weird too-many-limbed monsters, but one creepy guy wearing stolen sacred relics is ... well, it's familiar back home but it's a new one for this place.
Rocket nods, patting at his side where a crystal dagger, still intact, and maybe even a little more fortified now, sits at his belt. Slung around his shoulder is a roughly hewn bag of random offerings the locals thought this guy might like. He knows they don't want any harm to come to him or whatever, but fat chance Rocket was ever going to go after anything weird without something to protect himself. And Wanda.
Anyway, Rocket hopes the creature likes a little light stabbing, as part of his own personal offer. ]
We got any other info to go off of about this guy? Or are we just gonna leave this bag of junk and hope for the best?
( it's a little funny to think that of all the fauna they can encounter in solvunn, it really seems to always be goats getting on their business or presenting some odd kind of behavior. wanda stands, stretching out her legs, and taking a couple of steps inside into the forest. )
Just that we shouldn't hurt it.
( she mentions, having a light read of rocket's thoughts about using his crystal dagger. )
If we can find a spot to leave these offerings in, I'm sure they'll be found. ( ...she pauses, momentarily. ) It's not really junk, is it?
[ Rocket provides an easy-going, never-you-mind little shrug at that. Hey, he'll do his best not to hurt it, but all bets are off if it tries to hurt them, you know? He's pretty sure he's well within his rights to defend himself (and Wanda) if it comes down to it; that's just survival rules. ]
Okay. So any ideal spots we oughta be leaving this stuff in?
[ See? He's not calling them junk, even if he might still think the random collection of offerings feels more junk than treasure.
He wanders forward a little, gesturing to what looks like a nice tree stump in a nice patch of grass just past the edge of trees. ]
I still say we just go looking for the guy himself, bring this stuff straight to the source in case something else tries to steal it.
( maybe she is meant to be here to make sure that rocket doesn't do anything untoward to the creatures and near-deities of this place. she hasn't really seen how he acts in front of any of them or at the sight of anything divine, so it would be interesting—how someone wired for the science makes this all fit into his beliefs.
wanda follows after him as he takes the lead, towards the nice tree stump in the nice patch of grass. )
You want to get close? We can try.
( she could use her magic to push the offering towards their target, worse comes to worst. )
I can work a compass spell. Guide our way to deliver the stuff.
[ See, the thing with Rocket and magic is that he's managed to put a pretty clear boundary between it and him. He knows it exists, he's seen it for himself, even let it overcome him in some ways when he'd let Wanda into his head enough to power up the speaker system that now plays tunes from his memory across the rooms in the Treehouse.
He knows that the Singularity exists and that it's a thing they're all connected to, it's what 'powers up' the way they talk to each other through notes, it's what lets them dive into their Horizon and makes the shit they see there feel as real as if they really did dream up some little piece of paradise for themselves.
But it's like Viktor had explained it to him once before: magic is a kind of energy source, and that helps to align it a little easier to what he's used to.
And he does want to get closer. Oh yeah. He wants to meet this guy. ]
You know what you're lookin' for with this spell? Not that I don't think you can do it, but we don't even know what this guy really looks like outside of hearsay.
( wanda is appreciative that they seem to come to a point of understanding, wherein rocket finds no need to question whether she can or can't do something. there is perhaps a sense that he trusts her implicitly, which makes these kinds of ventures with him easier to swallow—in the sense that she feels wanting to meet the lyhos kesc is making this more complicated than what it needs to be.
now in the clearing, wanda drops to her knees and starts pulling at blades of grass in a small, compact circle in front of her. )
Hearsay is enough. A presence like that is never quiet in a mostly quiet forest.
( magic unspools from her hand, falls like liquid onto the bald patch on the ground—a new quality she is still getting used to. her thoughts chase through the trees of the forest, wanda's low chanting in sokovian boosting her magic, eyes closing momentarily—
her magic firms up, solid, like a crystal, pink in its faces and darker at the rims: out of its circumference, an arrow forms, pointing diagonal to their left. it takes a few seconds before the solid shape of her magic dissolves again into something wetter, shooting off into the direction it had pointed towards, not stopping for them. wanda pushes up to her feet. )
[ Rocket stands somewhere behind Wanda, close enough to see what she's up to, but far enough to give her the distance she needs to do her magic stuff without any disturbance.
And maybe to give Rocket a little bit of space for himself too. He still ain't sure how to feel about magic, but it's not something he's especially comfy with, even now.
Stuff seems to happen all in sequence, from her using her magic to the chanting, to the way the magic stops looking like fog and starts becoming a shape that he can see clearly: it's a freakin' arrow. ]
Can't get any clearer than that.
[ He nods now, and slinging the bag-of-shit back over his shoulder, he drops down to all fours and starts for the trees, to chase after that arrow knowing Wanda won't be far behind. ]
( see? magic can be easy to understand if you give it a chance, rocket. it only makes sense that he's following the casted arrow first; wanda follows behind him, traipsing memories of her training with the avengers, of endless cycles of running laps until she couldn't breathe.
being in abraxas has, in many ways, made her more reliant of her magic, but running at a proper pace is like getting back on a bicycle, at least.
the arrow takes sharp turns and guides them deep and further into the forest—until it plunges down, 'stuck' against a tree, a trail of red magic dissipating behind it. wanda stops, breathing hard through her nose, a hand poised against the trunk of another tree; it was pietro who ran, not her. )
[ All right, all right, lets not go too far with that understanding-magic stuff just yet, Wanda. Baby steps.
Truthfully getting to run like this is kind of enjoyable in a way he can't quite explain. It feels freeing, and it feels good for his legs. Being upright, which has become his natural posture, is fine and all, but there's something about being closer to the ground and closer to the origin of his species that he can't quite shake. It doesn't even occur to him to be out of breath because it's in his DNA to run like this.
He straightens now, though, and readjusts the bag, ready to place it wherever it needs to be. He looks towards Wanda and pauses to let her catch her breath. ]
( wanda, in that same breath (and five others, as her lungs quickly fill up with air), turns to look at rocket. she frowns at his words, a little uncertain about how to actually go about tackling this situation.
but, she also kind of knows how rocket likes to think. )
Should we set a trap?
( not that she is particularly keen on that. )
If we set the offerings down somewhere, we could wait it out. It should be nearby.
[ Yes, Wanda, yes — this is the best idea you've had thus far, and Rocket is proud of her for thinking it. He properly sets the bag down and starts to loosen its fastenings. ]
We could leave a trail, entice this goat-guy to the big treasure.
[ He shakes at the bag, indicating said 'big treasure'. ]
And then we get him to talk — [ 'By whatever means necessary', he does specifically not add aloud. ] — and give back that mask the folks want so much. It's a freakin' perfect, fool-proof plan.
[ He roots around for an assortment of what might be the 'better' offerings. He pulls out a toy, one of the larger Eifstide dolls from the bunch, and shows it to Wanda for her approval as a start to said trail. ]
( she still thinks this is unnecessary, even if rocket believes her to have the most big-brained idea of the day. when rocket starts to work at the items in the bag, she moves to sit down on her knees beside him.
it's a little funny, how logical rocket needs this to be. )
What if this creature can't talk, though?
( what will they do, interrogating it, anyway? she grabs at the doll, hand open to allow him to give him whatever other items so she can start lining them up. )
One way or another, we'll be able to communicate exactly what we need from him.
[ Of that Rocket has no doubt.
Will it involve sitting around a table sipping hot tea and polite conversation? Probably not. But, they'll get the mask and the goat man will get his offerings, so as far as Rocket's concerned, it's still the best and most solid plan they could have. ]
These'll be good too.
[ Now he's passing her another set of toys, something that looks eerily goat-like, and then some bright coloured blocks, and another smaller doll. Along with this is a jar of pickled something-rather, and little salted fish. ]
Are we going to hide behind some bushes and wait, too?
( even if she was the one to suggest this 'plan', wanda is not particularly keen on it working at all. rocket seems committed, though, and perhaps this will in fact be a way of getting the mischievous creature to actually take their offerings sooner. besides, maybe it even will enjoy the trap aspect of it, considering it a game.
wanda grabs at the toys as he passes them, and the moment it becomes too much for her to carry, she'll just use her telekinesis to make it float.
with a sigh (she's tired, nothing to do with rocket, really), wanda pulls up from the ground and starts putting down the toys into a 'convincing' line from where the loot is to the edge of the area, right before the realm of shadows where some trees converge. )
[ Rocket gets to his feet too, inspecting the trail of loot and the grand treasure of the rest of it at the end.
He nods, paws at his hips, pleased with the way it all seems to be coming together. ]
Now you're not gonna like this last bit but it's between that or I set up a real snare. [ With sharp barbs. Possibly ones that could and would do some harm. Just a little though, as a treat!
(He's almost hoping he'll have an opportunity to craft up some actual real-life traps though.) ]
Can you use your magic to keep the guy from running off with the loot once he reaches it?
( wanda has to turn back to face him when he mentions setting up a snare. she frowns, fully aware that they shouldn't hurt the lyhos kesc. she walks back, figuring speaking too loudly about their 'plans' wouldn't work in their favor. )
I vote on hiding.
( traps he can make some other time.
her nose scrunches at the thought of using her magic to stop the lyhos kesc, though. )
I can try. ( well, nothing for it, really. ) What's a good hiding spot?
[ Since she's so eager to do it, he'll follow along. No immediate harmful traps will be created on a whim to catch a thieving goat-man.
It still doesn't guarantee that he sticks around if they do manage to lure him forward. It doesn't stop him from just making off with their precious gifts (aka junk) and keeping the mask they were sent here to get either.
But at least Wanda'll try with her magic. That's something. It's also 'safer' than the aforementioned alternative. (Though not as fun, in Rocket's humble opinion.) ]
That cluster of bushes. [ He gestures to the greenery just a few paces behind them. ] They look a little prickly, but they're in line with the bag of stuff, and gives us easy enough access to run out once he gets here. You use your magic, I'll do some nice 'n easy questioning, and we'll get the mask back in no time.
( wanda waits for rocket before following after him. for wanda, it is pretty obvious that providing an offering doesn't mean that they will immediately get a response—be it from creature or deity. she has been here longer, though, and rocket hasn't entirely participate in the ritualistic aspects of solvunn, to be fair, not to her extent, at least.
she decides to sit down once they're behind the bushes, leaning down so that she can hide the top of her head.
the offering is placed, and now all they have to do is... wait.
she opts to advise him: )
This might take a while, Rocket.
( even if they're closer to where they'll find the thief of masks. )
[ Rocket joins her, settling into a seated position as well, fully concealed by bramble and prickly foliage, and matching with their surroundings in their Solvunn garb anyway. This is what stakeout missions are like sometimes; they ain't always pretty, and sometimes you do have to wait.
But Rocket's prepared to wait. He peers through the spaces between branch and leaf, eying the bag of toys and knick-knacks, and the expertly lined up trail of other items just past it. He feels pretty good about their little trap.
( with winifred gone, the responsibilities of the council have fallen to rowan. her relationship with him is cordial but a little more distant, as he is wont to be in the secondary settlement more often than not. wanda hinges, though, on the notion that rowan has never done wrong by them, and any pull of intimidation is cast away when she seeks a moment of his time to converse.
there is plenty on her mind, and plenty has changed in solvunn the past couple of months.
stepping inside one of the taverns in the secondary settlement, she finds rowan as expected, after seeking directions from the folk around the place, finishing up their work for the day. she takes a seat beside him at the table he occupies. )
Hopefully I'm not here later than you expected. I appreciate you seeing me, though. I know it's always busy here.
[ Rowan nurses a tankard as he exchanges quiet words with a passerby, smiling minutely and raising a brow at some joke. His position may have changed but his interactions within the community have not.
When he sees Wanda's approach, he nods to the other patron to dismiss them and raises his tankard in a short toast to the Summoned. ]
You've nothin' to fret about. What time I've got is yours. Before we get official, would you care for a drink?
( one cannot be a resident of solvunn for nearing three years now without having grown a bit fonder of their local brews, even if wanda isn't too particularly keen on them.
she knows how things work here. )
I'll have whatever you're having.
( —going to have to trust his taste on this one. raising her hand, the master of the tavern takes note of her, her subsequent request, and it isn't long before she, too, has a similar tankard to hold onto.
wanda takes a short sip, nodding as the drink pervades her senses. )
—I prefer how everything tastes after the harvests. It's been good, despite everything, hasn't it?
A staple brew. Just the kind after a long day's work.
[ He says, nodding to his tankard. He waits until she has her own drink to take a longer chug from his own then sets the wooden cup down on the matching wooden table.
He nods, the corner of his eyes wrinkling with gentle pride. ]
Aye, it has. For all the troubles- might even be because of them, as some are sayin'- we've got a good stock this year. Enough to keep our newer settlement through the winter as well.
[ Rowan nods to Wanda. ]
That's thanks to you. All of ye, for all you've done for us. But there's something I can do for you, isn't there?
I'd like to think it wasn't just the Summoned who played a part in it.
( things are going well for solvunn despite everything, especially after the situation with josselyn creed was sorted. it is a community effort, she thinks, between the locals and summoned alike. even if others are wary of solvunn and its intent towards the singularity, towards this conflict between the territories alike, wanda doesn't think she could ever find herself in a position where she mistrusts the words of its leaders.
not as of yet, anyway. rowan is warm and honest; wanda hopes it remains that way.
intelligent, too, but that can only be expected of someone who has worked for so long with and for his people. he can read her well enough, understand her intentions for wanting to sit with him. )
But — you're right. It's not so much do as it is what you can tell me, I think. ( she sets her drink down. ) I felt something in the Tertiary Settlement. From the lighthouse.
( she grimaces slightly. )
...but I felt a tug coming from here. This settlement. It's as if I've felt it before.
( and yet she can't pinpoint it. )
What was that, anyway? Has it ever happened before?
[ From the lighthouse. Rowan stills and patiently waits for Wanda to finish her thought even though he knows the question that will follow.
His lips thin with a singular nod. He takes a swig to wet them. ]
This isn't the first time a lighthouse has taken matters into its own hands, as the tale goes.
[ He takes another swig. ]
It was pirates before, off the coast and threatening the fishing 'round our western coast. Drawn out to sea to meet their end rather than lead to the safety of shore. Ended the threat in a matter of hours and kept our fishers safe for decades to come. But a lighthouse would be plenty out of place 'round here, as ye'd imagine.
[ He tugs at the braids of his beard as he thinks. ]
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✦ QUEST: SILENCE OF THE GOATS˖
some children had pointed out this specific area when they had been asked about what they thought they saw, eyes peering at them from between the trees.
she turns to rocket, sitting up straight now, and points towards the dark grove. )
It leads inside.
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[ It's not, actually. There have been deer too. And creepy weird too-many-limbed monsters, but one creepy guy wearing stolen sacred relics is ... well, it's familiar back home but it's a new one for this place.
Rocket nods, patting at his side where a crystal dagger, still intact, and maybe even a little more fortified now, sits at his belt. Slung around his shoulder is a roughly hewn bag of random offerings the locals thought this guy might like. He knows they don't want any harm to come to him or whatever, but fat chance Rocket was ever going to go after anything weird without something to protect himself. And Wanda.
Anyway, Rocket hopes the creature likes a little light stabbing, as part of his own personal offer. ]
We got any other info to go off of about this guy? Or are we just gonna leave this bag of junk and hope for the best?
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Just that we shouldn't hurt it.
( she mentions, having a light read of rocket's thoughts about using his crystal dagger. )
If we can find a spot to leave these offerings in, I'm sure they'll be found. ( ...she pauses, momentarily. ) It's not really junk, is it?
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[ Rocket provides an easy-going, never-you-mind little shrug at that. Hey, he'll do his best not to hurt it, but all bets are off if it tries to hurt them, you know? He's pretty sure he's well within his rights to defend himself (and Wanda) if it comes down to it; that's just survival rules. ]
Okay. So any ideal spots we oughta be leaving this stuff in?
[ See? He's not calling them junk, even if he might still think the random collection of offerings feels more junk than treasure.
He wanders forward a little, gesturing to what looks like a nice tree stump in a nice patch of grass just past the edge of trees. ]
I still say we just go looking for the guy himself, bring this stuff straight to the source in case something else tries to steal it.
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wanda follows after him as he takes the lead, towards the nice tree stump in the nice patch of grass. )
You want to get close? We can try.
( she could use her magic to push the offering towards their target, worse comes to worst. )
I can work a compass spell. Guide our way to deliver the stuff.
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[ See, the thing with Rocket and magic is that he's managed to put a pretty clear boundary between it and him. He knows it exists, he's seen it for himself, even let it overcome him in some ways when he'd let Wanda into his head enough to power up the speaker system that now plays tunes from his memory across the rooms in the Treehouse.
He knows that the Singularity exists and that it's a thing they're all connected to, it's what 'powers up' the way they talk to each other through notes, it's what lets them dive into their Horizon and makes the shit they see there feel as real as if they really did dream up some little piece of paradise for themselves.
But it's like Viktor had explained it to him once before: magic is a kind of energy source, and that helps to align it a little easier to what he's used to.
And he does want to get closer. Oh yeah. He wants to meet this guy. ]
You know what you're lookin' for with this spell? Not that I don't think you can do it, but we don't even know what this guy really looks like outside of hearsay.
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now in the clearing, wanda drops to her knees and starts pulling at blades of grass in a small, compact circle in front of her. )
Hearsay is enough. A presence like that is never quiet in a mostly quiet forest.
( magic unspools from her hand, falls like liquid onto the bald patch on the ground—a new quality she is still getting used to. her thoughts chase through the trees of the forest, wanda's low chanting in sokovian boosting her magic, eyes closing momentarily—
her magic firms up, solid, like a crystal, pink in its faces and darker at the rims: out of its circumference, an arrow forms, pointing diagonal to their left. it takes a few seconds before the solid shape of her magic dissolves again into something wetter, shooting off into the direction it had pointed towards, not stopping for them. wanda pushes up to her feet. )
Hurry— it'll just keep going on its own.
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And maybe to give Rocket a little bit of space for himself too. He still ain't sure how to feel about magic, but it's not something he's especially comfy with, even now.
Stuff seems to happen all in sequence, from her using her magic to the chanting, to the way the magic stops looking like fog and starts becoming a shape that he can see clearly: it's a freakin' arrow. ]
Can't get any clearer than that.
[ He nods now, and slinging the bag-of-shit back over his shoulder, he drops down to all fours and starts for the trees, to chase after that arrow knowing Wanda won't be far behind. ]
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being in abraxas has, in many ways, made her more reliant of her magic, but running at a proper pace is like getting back on a bicycle, at least.
the arrow takes sharp turns and guides them deep and further into the forest—until it plunges down, 'stuck' against a tree, a trail of red magic dissipating behind it. wanda stops, breathing hard through her nose, a hand poised against the trunk of another tree; it was pietro who ran, not her. )
It's — around here. ( —out of breath— ) Nearby.
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Truthfully getting to run like this is kind of enjoyable in a way he can't quite explain. It feels freeing, and it feels good for his legs. Being upright, which has become his natural posture, is fine and all, but there's something about being closer to the ground and closer to the origin of his species that he can't quite shake. It doesn't even occur to him to be out of breath because it's in his DNA to run like this.
He straightens now, though, and readjusts the bag, ready to place it wherever it needs to be. He looks towards Wanda and pauses to let her catch her breath. ]
Okay. Do we call out to it? Can we?
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but, she also kind of knows how rocket likes to think. )
Should we set a trap?
( not that she is particularly keen on that. )
If we set the offerings down somewhere, we could wait it out. It should be nearby.
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[ Yes, Wanda, yes — this is the best idea you've had thus far, and Rocket is proud of her for thinking it. He properly sets the bag down and starts to loosen its fastenings. ]
We could leave a trail, entice this goat-guy to the big treasure.
[ He shakes at the bag, indicating said 'big treasure'. ]
And then we get him to talk — [ 'By whatever means necessary', he does specifically not add aloud. ] — and give back that mask the folks want so much. It's a freakin' perfect, fool-proof plan.
[ He roots around for an assortment of what might be the 'better' offerings. He pulls out a toy, one of the larger Eifstide dolls from the bunch, and shows it to Wanda for her approval as a start to said trail. ]
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it's a little funny, how logical rocket needs this to be. )
What if this creature can't talk, though?
( what will they do, interrogating it, anyway? she grabs at the doll, hand open to allow him to give him whatever other items so she can start lining them up. )
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[ Of that Rocket has no doubt.
Will it involve sitting around a table sipping hot tea and polite conversation? Probably not. But, they'll get the mask and the goat man will get his offerings, so as far as Rocket's concerned, it's still the best and most solid plan they could have. ]
These'll be good too.
[ Now he's passing her another set of toys, something that looks eerily goat-like, and then some bright coloured blocks, and another smaller doll. Along with this is a jar of pickled something-rather, and little salted fish. ]
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( even if she was the one to suggest this 'plan', wanda is not particularly keen on it working at all. rocket seems committed, though, and perhaps this will in fact be a way of getting the mischievous creature to actually take their offerings sooner. besides, maybe it even will enjoy the trap aspect of it, considering it a game.
wanda grabs at the toys as he passes them, and the moment it becomes too much for her to carry, she'll just use her telekinesis to make it float.
with a sigh (she's tired, nothing to do with rocket, really), wanda pulls up from the ground and starts putting down the toys into a 'convincing' line from where the loot is to the edge of the area, right before the realm of shadows where some trees converge. )
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[ Rocket gets to his feet too, inspecting the trail of loot and the grand treasure of the rest of it at the end.
He nods, paws at his hips, pleased with the way it all seems to be coming together. ]
Now you're not gonna like this last bit but it's between that or I set up a real snare. [ With sharp barbs. Possibly ones that could and would do some harm. Just a little though, as a treat!
(He's almost hoping he'll have an opportunity to craft up some actual real-life traps though.) ]
Can you use your magic to keep the guy from running off with the loot once he reaches it?
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I vote on hiding.
( traps he can make some other time.
her nose scrunches at the thought of using her magic to stop the lyhos kesc, though. )
I can try. ( well, nothing for it, really. ) What's a good hiding spot?
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[ Since she's so eager to do it, he'll follow along. No immediate harmful traps will be created on a whim to catch a thieving goat-man.
It still doesn't guarantee that he sticks around if they do manage to lure him forward. It doesn't stop him from just making off with their precious gifts (aka junk) and keeping the mask they were sent here to get either.
But at least Wanda'll try with her magic. That's something. It's also 'safer' than the aforementioned alternative. (Though not as fun, in Rocket's humble opinion.) ]
That cluster of bushes. [ He gestures to the greenery just a few paces behind them. ] They look a little prickly, but they're in line with the bag of stuff, and gives us easy enough access to run out once he gets here. You use your magic, I'll do some nice 'n easy questioning, and we'll get the mask back in no time.
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she decides to sit down once they're behind the bushes, leaning down so that she can hide the top of her head.
the offering is placed, and now all they have to do is... wait.
she opts to advise him: )
This might take a while, Rocket.
( even if they're closer to where they'll find the thief of masks. )
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[ Rocket joins her, settling into a seated position as well, fully concealed by bramble and prickly foliage, and matching with their surroundings in their Solvunn garb anyway. This is what stakeout missions are like sometimes; they ain't always pretty, and sometimes you do have to wait.
But Rocket's prepared to wait. He peers through the spaces between branch and leaf, eying the bag of toys and knick-knacks, and the expertly lined up trail of other items just past it. He feels pretty good about their little trap.
Muttering under his breath: ]
Oh, I'm gonna catch you, you sneaky goat bastard.
✦ ROWAN˖
there is plenty on her mind, and plenty has changed in solvunn the past couple of months.
stepping inside one of the taverns in the secondary settlement, she finds rowan as expected, after seeking directions from the folk around the place, finishing up their work for the day. she takes a seat beside him at the table he occupies. )
Hopefully I'm not here later than you expected. I appreciate you seeing me, though. I know it's always busy here.
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When he sees Wanda's approach, he nods to the other patron to dismiss them and raises his tankard in a short toast to the Summoned. ]
You've nothin' to fret about. What time I've got is yours. Before we get official, would you care for a drink?
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she knows how things work here. )
I'll have whatever you're having.
( —going to have to trust his taste on this one. raising her hand, the master of the tavern takes note of her, her subsequent request, and it isn't long before she, too, has a similar tankard to hold onto.
wanda takes a short sip, nodding as the drink pervades her senses. )
—I prefer how everything tastes after the harvests. It's been good, despite everything, hasn't it?
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[ He says, nodding to his tankard. He waits until she has her own drink to take a longer chug from his own then sets the wooden cup down on the matching wooden table.
He nods, the corner of his eyes wrinkling with gentle pride. ]
Aye, it has. For all the troubles- might even be because of them, as some are sayin'- we've got a good stock this year. Enough to keep our newer settlement through the winter as well.
[ Rowan nods to Wanda. ]
That's thanks to you. All of ye, for all you've done for us. But there's something I can do for you, isn't there?
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( things are going well for solvunn despite everything, especially after the situation with josselyn creed was sorted. it is a community effort, she thinks, between the locals and summoned alike. even if others are wary of solvunn and its intent towards the singularity, towards this conflict between the territories alike, wanda doesn't think she could ever find herself in a position where she mistrusts the words of its leaders.
not as of yet, anyway. rowan is warm and honest; wanda hopes it remains that way.
intelligent, too, but that can only be expected of someone who has worked for so long with and for his people. he can read her well enough, understand her intentions for wanting to sit with him. )
But — you're right. It's not so much do as it is what you can tell me, I think. ( she sets her drink down. ) I felt something in the Tertiary Settlement. From the lighthouse.
( she grimaces slightly. )
...but I felt a tug coming from here. This settlement. It's as if I've felt it before.
( and yet she can't pinpoint it. )
What was that, anyway? Has it ever happened before?
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His lips thin with a singular nod. He takes a swig to wet them. ]
This isn't the first time a lighthouse has taken matters into its own hands, as the tale goes.
[ He takes another swig. ]
It was pirates before, off the coast and threatening the fishing 'round our western coast. Drawn out to sea to meet their end rather than lead to the safety of shore. Ended the threat in a matter of hours and kept our fishers safe for decades to come. But a lighthouse would be plenty out of place 'round here, as ye'd imagine.
[ He tugs at the braids of his beard as he thinks. ]
You say you've felt this before? You're sure?