Jaq felt like rolling her eyes but refrained. She'd received much more biting insults before, so if the comment was meant to offend it fell far short.
She looked at the lump that apparently was a statue. It didn't look like much...but Jaq wasn't really an expert. What she was good at, though, was figuring things out.
She took a step back to take in the scene, noting the way the terrain seemed to channel the path past that spot and the way the ground sloped to the east. She imagined two scenarios: the head being knocked off by some force traveling along the path and time and weather weakening a neck until it naturally fell. She pictured the way the head would move for each, the force of the trigger affecting the momentum of the head's attempt to escape.
She walked downhill to the place she imagined the head stopping if it had naturally fallen and looked around, moving the overgrowth and pushing a few rocks with the toes of her boots. Nothing.
She moved on, repeating the process at a spot down and to the left. This one seemed more promising.
She nudged a rock mostly buried in the dirt, but it didn't move. Crouching, she gently dug around it, trying to look for signs it was more than just a stone. She was rewarded with a mostly-eroded shape of an ear.
Jaq pulled her hands away and looked toward Finwe. [color=#7CD98A] "Maybe this?" [/color]She didn't want to unearth it more for fear of damaging it, but she felt confident it could be the missing head in question.
She looked at the lump that apparently was a statue. It didn't look like much...but Jaq wasn't really an expert. What she was good at, though, was figuring things out.
She took a step back to take in the scene, noting the way the terrain seemed to channel the path past that spot and the way the ground sloped to the east. She imagined two scenarios: the head being knocked off by some force traveling along the path and time and weather weakening a neck until it naturally fell. She pictured the way the head would move for each, the force of the trigger affecting the momentum of the head's attempt to escape.
She walked downhill to the place she imagined the head stopping if it had naturally fallen and looked around, moving the overgrowth and pushing a few rocks with the toes of her boots. Nothing.
She moved on, repeating the process at a spot down and to the left. This one seemed more promising.
She nudged a rock mostly buried in the dirt, but it didn't move. Crouching, she gently dug around it, trying to look for signs it was more than just a stone. She was rewarded with a mostly-eroded shape of an ear.
Jaq pulled her hands away and looked toward Finwe. [color=#7CD98A] "Maybe this?" [/color]She didn't want to unearth it more for fear of damaging it, but she felt confident it could be the missing head in question.
04-21-2023, 07:06 PM
