The refugees from Arlathan's fires had helped rebuild the Varahel center to better than it had been. Carasson had resumed his place as First. But... things still weren't okay. Not entirely. Xochitl was gone; he had not found where she'd wound up, though there were scouts searching Thedas far and wide for her.
As much as he tried to hide it, things with Carasson didn't feel quite the same. There was a constant worry on the edge of his mind, a whisper of a threat even though the man wore a nullification amulet and he didn't sense any possessions.
Chip's taken to walking along the outskirts of the clan every night, in hopes that he'll see Chi stumble out of an eluvian, or see her tracks, find her up in a tree... It's stupid, but it's all he can do without joining the hunt across Thedas for the girl. He can't leave the clan; not when they've just rebuilt.
No sign of Chi, but he did find signs of someone, and he walked quietly, toes digging into soft earth. The stranger wasn't far from camp, within a stone's throw along the beachfront. The sand was familiar as he padded along, the beach was well-used and well-known.
He stopped a few feet from her; in his experience strange elves that wash up on the shore, whether they've walked there or washed ashore in the literal sense, rarely took well to being approached by a man of his stature.
It could be both.
As much as he tried to hide it, things with Carasson didn't feel quite the same. There was a constant worry on the edge of his mind, a whisper of a threat even though the man wore a nullification amulet and he didn't sense any possessions.
Chip's taken to walking along the outskirts of the clan every night, in hopes that he'll see Chi stumble out of an eluvian, or see her tracks, find her up in a tree... It's stupid, but it's all he can do without joining the hunt across Thedas for the girl. He can't leave the clan; not when they've just rebuilt.
No sign of Chi, but he did find signs of someone, and he walked quietly, toes digging into soft earth. The stranger wasn't far from camp, within a stone's throw along the beachfront. The sand was familiar as he padded along, the beach was well-used and well-known.
He stopped a few feet from her; in his experience strange elves that wash up on the shore, whether they've walked there or washed ashore in the literal sense, rarely took well to being approached by a man of his stature.
Are you injured?She seemed upset; easy enough to pick up on with his magic. But he couldn't pinpoint if her damage was emotional or physical.
It could be both.
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