[ it's hard, isn't it, sandalphon? it's hard being an archangel in the presence of the goddess' spirit, witnessing her protecting her own, and no one gets it. her sharp and blue gaze lifts again to look at him, once more taking stock of his person, and zelda nods in agreement with a hum. behind them, her journeymate is quivering, looking away; for what reason? zelda turns to look at them, too, only to meet this display. she makes another noise, this one more curious, and a prelude to a question.
suddenly, the skeleton raises a hand, the sound of it's metacarpal bones shivering softly clangorous. it's as graceful as a conductor raising his baton— and the orchestra of screams and howls begins immediately. it is followed, quickly, by the hurried clicking and cracking sound of an aggregation of bones, each construct of a skeleton crawling, rolling, running, slithering towards them.
well. that's a lot of skeletons, and very little of them. zelda grabs the hand of her companion, and runs—
then doubles back, and grabs his wrist, too, for measure. ]
The exist must be that way! [ where the skeleton pointed. maybe his comment had been the final straw...? ]
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suddenly, the skeleton raises a hand, the sound of it's metacarpal bones shivering softly clangorous. it's as graceful as a conductor raising his baton— and the orchestra of screams and howls begins immediately. it is followed, quickly, by the hurried clicking and cracking sound of an aggregation of bones, each construct of a skeleton crawling, rolling, running, slithering towards them.
well. that's a lot of skeletons, and very little of them. zelda grabs the hand of her companion, and runs—
then doubles back, and grabs his wrist, too, for measure. ]
The exist must be that way! [ where the skeleton pointed. maybe his comment had been the final straw...? ]