A is for abandoned Waver had joined those coming up to the island at the last minute. He hadn't been sure he'd be of use, but...but Iskandar would have chided him for not going, and trying to follow the man's example in the past had worked out pretty well.
The abandoned buildings were more warrily approached. Waver could remember entering the sewers and finding the horrors of Caster's lair. He did not want to repeat that, and indeed, the first few steps he took into the nearest building spoke to intense nerves.
It was only after he stepped on a pile of old, damp newsclippings that curiosity won out over fear, and Waver dropped to his knees to examine them.
"No way," he said, after flipping through a few pages to an image of a familiar figure. "No way."
B is for Booby trap
"SHIT!" Waver screeched. He had been walking around the island as carefully as possible, only to trip on a trap. What came out of no where was a two for one combo of blades and arrows, with two arrows lodging into his lower right arm, and then a single loop wrapping around his leg and hoisting him up off the ground. It was cartoonish, and Waver was furious.
He looked a fool. And he had to be rescued.
Following a chorus of dirty language, Waver focused himself just long enoug to shoot up a sudden plume of smoking, hoping to draw someone's attention. Anyone's?
Damnit.
F is for future
"Did Qri know any of this?"
That was the first question Waver asked outloud, when the land-Uvi revealed their origins and what it was that had befallen them. How the Palai had started, and why they were preyed on. What the hell was the point of any of this anyway? Qri wanted the bones of some creatures for their power, just the same as anyone else. But where the ocean Uvi wanted some strange version of a reunion, Qri just needed power.
It was too much to comprehend. Waver sat quietly, his mind a million miles away and deeply unsure about what ought to be done. If anything was to be done? Should the Palai know? What about other groups of ocean Uvi, if they were even out there.
The number of what-ifs were astounding. Terrifying too. Waver scrubbed at his face, as if that would give him the answer.
no subject
Waver had joined those coming up to the island at the last minute. He hadn't been sure he'd be of use, but...but Iskandar would have chided him for not going, and trying to follow the man's example in the past had worked out pretty well.
The abandoned buildings were more warrily approached. Waver could remember entering the sewers and finding the horrors of Caster's lair. He did not want to repeat that, and indeed, the first few steps he took into the nearest building spoke to intense nerves.
It was only after he stepped on a pile of old, damp newsclippings that curiosity won out over fear, and Waver dropped to his knees to examine them.
"No way," he said, after flipping through a few pages to an image of a familiar figure. "No way."
B is for Booby trap
"SHIT!" Waver screeched. He had been walking around the island as carefully as possible, only to trip on a trap. What came out of no where was a two for one combo of blades and arrows, with two arrows lodging into his lower right arm, and then a single loop wrapping around his leg and hoisting him up off the ground. It was cartoonish, and Waver was furious.
He looked a fool. And he had to be rescued.
Following a chorus of dirty language, Waver focused himself just long enoug to shoot up a sudden plume of smoking, hoping to draw someone's attention. Anyone's?
Damnit.
F is for future
"Did Qri know any of this?"
That was the first question Waver asked outloud, when the land-Uvi revealed their origins and what it was that had befallen them. How the Palai had started, and why they were preyed on. What the hell was the point of any of this anyway? Qri wanted the bones of some creatures for their power, just the same as anyone else. But where the ocean Uvi wanted some strange version of a reunion, Qri just needed power.
It was too much to comprehend. Waver sat quietly, his mind a million miles away and deeply unsure about what ought to be done. If anything was to be done? Should the Palai know? What about other groups of ocean Uvi, if they were even out there.
The number of what-ifs were astounding. Terrifying too. Waver scrubbed at his face, as if that would give him the answer.
"Is it even on us to do anything about this?"