Biting words leapt to the dirt-stained miqo'te's throat but stilled as something wooden and oblong dropped to the ground beside him. He snatched it up and directed his glare to the object: a smooth, wooden mask with two, perfectly round holes carved out of its surface through which eyes could see. "More hiding from angry spirits?" he spat, but the anger began to dull not long after those words. This grudge did not seem right to keep.
As long as the Duskwight did not try to send him into anymore pits.
He made to wipe his face free of the thick mud that had dried in broad streaks across it, but he had little clean space on skin or clothing available to him, so all he really managed was to smear it around and knock off the thickest of the chunks. The dirt might not have bothered him if it hadn't smelled of that ill earth he'd crawled from, but he ground his teeth and secured the mask anyway.
It felt strange on his face, restricting to the expression of his features, and it caught his breath and bounced it back to him, creating an uncomfortable warmth beneath his nose and lips. Again he wondered if there was any truth to the Duskwight's insistence of hiding his face, but for now there seemed no harm in playing along.
"Eh, what's another hole when you've already climbed out of the worst of them," the unearthed man muttered and stood, stretching up along one wall and feeling around for roots to use as hand and footholds. The rope he largely ignored, until he ran out of other things to grab.
He put the pit to his back gladly when he finally emerged, pleased that his legs felt more stable now. The forest's chaotic smells still confused his senses, but there was less chaos in his mind to mix with it. The questions remained, but they had settled, smoothed over. He turned his masked face to the Duskwight, squinting a bit as he peered through the holes. "As much as I'd like to say I can handle it from here, I've got no clue where I am." He dropped his eyes briefly to the bundle in the Duskwight's arms and bit back an unnerved shiver, though his ears shifted in mud-caked hair to press against his skull.
As long as the Duskwight did not try to send him into anymore pits.
He made to wipe his face free of the thick mud that had dried in broad streaks across it, but he had little clean space on skin or clothing available to him, so all he really managed was to smear it around and knock off the thickest of the chunks. The dirt might not have bothered him if it hadn't smelled of that ill earth he'd crawled from, but he ground his teeth and secured the mask anyway.
It felt strange on his face, restricting to the expression of his features, and it caught his breath and bounced it back to him, creating an uncomfortable warmth beneath his nose and lips. Again he wondered if there was any truth to the Duskwight's insistence of hiding his face, but for now there seemed no harm in playing along.
"Eh, what's another hole when you've already climbed out of the worst of them," the unearthed man muttered and stood, stretching up along one wall and feeling around for roots to use as hand and footholds. The rope he largely ignored, until he ran out of other things to grab.
He put the pit to his back gladly when he finally emerged, pleased that his legs felt more stable now. The forest's chaotic smells still confused his senses, but there was less chaos in his mind to mix with it. The questions remained, but they had settled, smoothed over. He turned his masked face to the Duskwight, squinting a bit as he peered through the holes. "As much as I'd like to say I can handle it from here, I've got no clue where I am." He dropped his eyes briefly to the bundle in the Duskwight's arms and bit back an unnerved shiver, though his ears shifted in mud-caked hair to press against his skull.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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