[ don't take it personally buddy, she is just Difficult sometimes.
at any rate, yes, she's gone, striding down a little dirt lane. there's really not much to find - it seems an ordinary enough village, with ordinary buildings and ordinary carriages and ordinary crates. it's the details that are missing - the crates are empty, no food or footprints, no people, or movement, or noises. and no.. emblems. that's strange enough. alisaie only realizes it once she approaches what must be the main hall of the village; the long flags that hang down its front, snapping in the wind.. where normally the mark of a tribe or city-state or organization might gleam proudly, they are utterly blank.
frowning, she thumbs at the frayed edge of a flag when she hears his voice, and squints up into the sunlight. is that.. his legs look.. different?? but it's difficult to see just how from this angle. at any rate, she nods, then calls up. ]
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at any rate, yes, she's gone, striding down a little dirt lane. there's really not much to find - it seems an ordinary enough village, with ordinary buildings and ordinary carriages and ordinary crates. it's the details that are missing - the crates are empty, no food or footprints, no people, or movement, or noises. and no.. emblems. that's strange enough. alisaie only realizes it once she approaches what must be the main hall of the village; the long flags that hang down its front, snapping in the wind.. where normally the mark of a tribe or city-state or organization might gleam proudly, they are utterly blank.
frowning, she thumbs at the frayed edge of a flag when she hears his voice, and squints up into the sunlight. is that.. his legs look.. different?? but it's difficult to see just how from this angle. at any rate, she nods, then calls up. ]
Yes, everything is empty.