06-28-2015, 03:42 PM
Declan Gregory,
PPC
Declan stole a glance at Daruka like saying his name was going to summon the man's ear. The frown etched into his face betrayed his irritation that Soren saw so clearly through the attempt at conversation. "Yes, but not enough to turn around." He knelt and pounded the next tent-stake into the earth. It gave him something to focus on rather than the stern set to Soren's jaw. He asked about dreams like the content actually mattered.
"Was nothing. Ghosts and the like."
He could still see forelorn faces misting in and out of focus, but by light of the fading day, their eerie warnings held less power. He finished pounding the spike home and returned the mallet to its case. There was serenity in the work of putting up a tent. Serenity by distraction.
"It's just nervousness. I always get this way before a new project. We dig into the past of the ancient departed, not the recently-preserved dead. Certainly not when one of the dead was someone I knew. To be fully honest, it's creepy. What's to say the same won't happen to us?"
He fixed Soren with a cool stare, but let the question go unanswered. This was the first time he truly considered the potential of real danger awaiting them. The rational side of his mind berated the doubt as foolishness. Nothing was going to happen but unraveling a mystery.
He waved Soren off. They needed to finish raising the tent. They all looked forward to crawling inside and warming themselves by the side of the stove.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jun 28 2015, 03:43 PM.
PPC
Declan stole a glance at Daruka like saying his name was going to summon the man's ear. The frown etched into his face betrayed his irritation that Soren saw so clearly through the attempt at conversation. "Yes, but not enough to turn around." He knelt and pounded the next tent-stake into the earth. It gave him something to focus on rather than the stern set to Soren's jaw. He asked about dreams like the content actually mattered.
"Was nothing. Ghosts and the like."
He could still see forelorn faces misting in and out of focus, but by light of the fading day, their eerie warnings held less power. He finished pounding the spike home and returned the mallet to its case. There was serenity in the work of putting up a tent. Serenity by distraction.
"It's just nervousness. I always get this way before a new project. We dig into the past of the ancient departed, not the recently-preserved dead. Certainly not when one of the dead was someone I knew. To be fully honest, it's creepy. What's to say the same won't happen to us?"
He fixed Soren with a cool stare, but let the question go unanswered. This was the first time he truly considered the potential of real danger awaiting them. The rational side of his mind berated the doubt as foolishness. Nothing was going to happen but unraveling a mystery.
He waved Soren off. They needed to finish raising the tent. They all looked forward to crawling inside and warming themselves by the side of the stove.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jun 28 2015, 03:43 PM.