This woman was really very odd. Nice! But odd. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do… except try and make sure she didn’t trip? That’d be bad. He’d better make sure he didn’t trip too. Maker, he’d never hear the end of it. “Hey remember that time Alastair tripped and then fell down that mountain?” “Yeah! Fell into that hole he was telling everyone to watch out for too!”
He scratched irritably at his beard, absently patting the lady’s hand. She was pretty steady on her feet! That was good. He remembered why he disliked mountains though by the time they got where they had to be. He hoped.
The hairs on the back of his neck immediately lifted and he tried not to whip around looking for… for what? He eyed the red… bubbling pool. Bad. That was bad. Anything red and bubbling that came out of a danger mountain with eggs in it was bad. He was sure of it. Giving an uneasy glance around, he reached out to tug the small lady back, away from the crimson. He wanted to… scrape her fingers clean. And shake her until her teeth rattled for putting the image in his head of Elanna burning alive.
Alastair blinked as two more of the group went to touch the bubbling red liquid. His look was incredulous.
He didn’t like all the red. It reminded him of… what had come out of a Broodmother. He shook his head slightly.
- Doesn’t understand why three of them are touching the red stuff
- Adamantly against bottling this stuff up
- Tries to get everyone to move back away from it
- Suggests that maybe it’s the red stuff that’s making the mountain wonky (as per the villagers insisting the mountain is a volcano)
- Suddenly has an idea about the red stuff but loses it just as fast.
He scratched irritably at his beard, absently patting the lady’s hand. She was pretty steady on her feet! That was good. He remembered why he disliked mountains though by the time they got where they had to be. He hoped.
The hairs on the back of his neck immediately lifted and he tried not to whip around looking for… for what? He eyed the red… bubbling pool. Bad. That was bad. Anything red and bubbling that came out of a danger mountain with eggs in it was bad. He was sure of it. Giving an uneasy glance around, he reached out to tug the small lady back, away from the crimson. He wanted to… scrape her fingers clean. And shake her until her teeth rattled for putting the image in his head of Elanna burning alive.
Alastair blinked as two more of the group went to touch the bubbling red liquid. His look was incredulous.
What? No! No bottling it up! That’s a bad idea. I can’t tell you why it is only that it is! Maker’s breath, don’t anyone drink it!He moved in close to the other two and began trying to shoo them away. Honestly, what sorts of things were they teaching the youth nowadays?! He would have thought ‘don’t stick your fingers into creepy things of questionable origins’ would’ve been right up there with ‘don’t put your face into fire’.
He didn’t like all the red. It reminded him of… what had come out of a Broodmother. He shook his head slightly.
If the villagers swear this is a volcano, then it could be that this red goop is also explosive. Or unstable.That reminded him of… but before that thought could land, it went and flitted off, leaving him grasping futilely for it.
tl;dr
- Doesn’t understand why three of them are touching the red stuff
- Adamantly against bottling this stuff up
- Tries to get everyone to move back away from it
- Suggests that maybe it’s the red stuff that’s making the mountain wonky (as per the villagers insisting the mountain is a volcano)
- Suddenly has an idea about the red stuff but loses it just as fast.
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