[ Patience is a virtue or something, isn't it? And waiting, in this case, bares some substantial fruit. Himeka also stands when she hears it, at first, wondering if they are going to need to fight off some larger beast during their vigil. Yet instead she's rewarded with a house--
--a house on legs.
The edges of her memory start to fill in, small details--the siding of the house, yes that's right. The feathers--it's the legs! They come from the legs, there weren't chickens or wolves...it was the house itself.
She isn't crazy!
But...at what cost? What excitement she has is quickly overwritten with concern. Everything about this feels wrong. Even the quaint smoke from the chimney and warm light from the windows. The voice, garbled and hitting strange notes that vibrate in her horns, and the hand all ring alarm bells.
She trades a glance with Emet-Selch.
And steps forward.
The only way to unravel this mystery is to meet it, isn't it? ]
Not quite...not yet.
[ Tired, that is. The woman...she can't recall the face, but it feels familiar none the less. ]
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--a house on legs.
The edges of her memory start to fill in, small details--the siding of the house, yes that's right. The feathers--it's the legs! They come from the legs, there weren't chickens or wolves...it was the house itself.
She isn't crazy!
But...at what cost? What excitement she has is quickly overwritten with concern. Everything about this feels wrong. Even the quaint smoke from the chimney and warm light from the windows. The voice, garbled and hitting strange notes that vibrate in her horns, and the hand all ring alarm bells.
She trades a glance with Emet-Selch.
And steps forward.
The only way to unravel this mystery is to meet it, isn't it? ]
Not quite...not yet.
[ Tired, that is. The woman...she can't recall the face, but it feels familiar none the less. ]
We've met before, haven't we? I stayed here once.