DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
"Look we long for Dohv. Find we not!"
Damascus had despaired the whole trek along the riverbank, his gaze cast into its deathly white foam as he skated across the mud. There must be a reason they hadn't found anything relic-related yet - probably because it was at the bottom or an ocean or at the depths of the Rapax. Not a trace had been left upon the earth, not a single mark or divine sign lead them to any clues either - was it even true? Was there a relic or was is just a silly prank that started small and now devoured the minds of the greedy like Kaladin?
Wings flared and nose craning over the river, Damascus aimed ot keep himself steady as he remained perches upon the bank. Crooning his gaze over the floodwater, his brows increasingly furrowing, he knew there was no way to check under the waves for such an object unless they could ask a creature who lived below them.
As if Tempus himself had sent it, Damascus was soon to cast his gaze upon a small family of Otters. The tallest of which was smacking a fish upon a rock, clearly the father, while the mother lined up the three children in preparation for supper.
"Speak them to Dohv? Ask we of relic to them?" Damascus asked the jerboa upon his wings.
Damascus had despaired the whole trek along the riverbank, his gaze cast into its deathly white foam as he skated across the mud. There must be a reason they hadn't found anything relic-related yet - probably because it was at the bottom or an ocean or at the depths of the Rapax. Not a trace had been left upon the earth, not a single mark or divine sign lead them to any clues either - was it even true? Was there a relic or was is just a silly prank that started small and now devoured the minds of the greedy like Kaladin?
Wings flared and nose craning over the river, Damascus aimed ot keep himself steady as he remained perches upon the bank. Crooning his gaze over the floodwater, his brows increasingly furrowing, he knew there was no way to check under the waves for such an object unless they could ask a creature who lived below them.
As if Tempus himself had sent it, Damascus was soon to cast his gaze upon a small family of Otters. The tallest of which was smacking a fish upon a rock, clearly the father, while the mother lined up the three children in preparation for supper.
"Speak them to Dohv? Ask we of relic to them?" Damascus asked the jerboa upon his wings.
