Lost in the Gardens

[spirit_touched]

She didn't know what it was, a sharp pulse in the air that took her breath away. Tim, her boss, told her to drop what she was doing and go look, a strange knowing in the shamans eyes. Distrustful of that expression, Ana was reluctant but went anyway, gathering her back and her magically charged coat.

Prepared and protected, the coat like armour to most things, Ana latched on to the residual touch of magic in the air and followed it to it's source, quickly finding herself in the Gardens of her city. Following the main path, and cutting across a neat green lawn to the gathering of figs close to the university, Ana slowed as she felt herself get close. Reaching for her personal wards and readying them, she peered into the shadows. Someone was there. Someone vibrant, their aural signiture like a brilliant band of colour.

 

What were they?

Comments

[torinpike]

Arguing with the tree in what might not be a verbal tongue at all, yet it looked rather heated and confused, after all being told one was in a place they'd never even heard of when they'd just been a mile or two from where they were currently calling home just previously wasn't the most pleasant experience. And the tree's all looked different to him, for the most part, not quite right. His magic close, but still so far apart.

He was dressed in a loose linen shirt and tight leather trousers, a belt had a sword on it, a boy strapped to his back with a quiver of arrows hiding under his thick mane of hair he hadn't done up today, yet he reached for neither. He'd been out to get his friend some meat for supper, or for him, it didn't really matter, all that mattered was this wasn't home and these nymphs weren't any the wiser than him, or, at least, they weren't confessing to him what had happened.