“Right?!” Willow emphatically agreed and turned to look at Eryl. “For being super smart he can be a bit of a melt.”
Turning back to Noble, Willow serioused up again.
“I know this is a big ask; probably one of the biggest asks, but I can’t in good conscience leave the spriggans alone. I… I might… I just want to make sure as many of us get through this as possible.”
Reaching out, Willow gently tapped Curie’s head with her index finger.
[The Dorms] A Perilous Acquaintance
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"Kya!" yipped Curie as her whole form erupted at the contact. The tip of Willow's finger bounced, repulsed by the forces that manifested the small sprite. Disrupted, Curie undulated and quivered before her rippling body returned to her pixie form.
A ghostly, electric tingle was working through Willow as another tremor shook her; a gauntlet slapping the side of her arm. Noble gave a hearty laugh.
"The smallkin call me the Captain," announced the Artisan of Order, stepping through the yews to make himself known to the forest gods. Many of them were still gathered, discussing the harrowing events to come, "my peers named me leader, and the hero of this realm calls me friend. You all shall henceforth call me Commander."
A commotion rose in the treeline, and the Horn God bristled at the newcomer. Willow's goodwill and brimstone was one thing, but another stranger barging into their lives was too much. Then, they all withered as Noble spread his wings, his voice resonating with true godhood.
"For a hundred years, I have orchestrated the defense of the lands beyond your forest. For decades, I have campaigned against the growing shadow. Today, I come as a herald of victory, for tonight is the last night Vengeance sleeps soundly."
The air of skepticism among the forest gods was drowned in a wave of cheers among the spriggans that left their sides. Suddenly, and in a moment, differences of tribe disappeared, and a throng of boughs and bark surrounded Noble.
"I can feel the fear among you, and that is to be expected, but have cheer! For tonight, you will not be alone. Within the hour, my true form shall arrive to muster the defenses and in my wake shall be a regiment of my finest lances. Behind them shall be the eyes of the Sage. As the night goes on, more of my allies will march on our position, bolstering our numbers."
Noble threw his arms out, his helm glittering in his hand, "Tonight, we will stand as one and extinguish the darkness, once and for all!"
The spriggans shook the treetops with their cheers, much to the amazement of their own gods. Leaves trickled down like streamers in the wind, and Noble looked to Willow. He slammed his helmet on his head and pounded his gauntlet to his brow in a salute to her.
And then, he was gone in a blink, a wisp of divine plumage billowing where he had stood.
"Noble is only so so at secrets," Willow heard in her own voice, "but I'm impressed."
The small harpy on her shoulder had taken her form, but smaller, and with avian wings and legs. Her little double looked like an odinkine version of herself. It smiles and as a wash of light smoothed out the avian parts into human limbs and it say there, smiling Creative's smile with Willow's face.
"I think," it whispered, conspiratorially, "he handled himself admirably when baba pressed him about the Patron, no?"
A rock struck her little double in the head, and Creative's miniature form burst forth in a cloud of smoke. Clever stood at Willow's feet, holding another rock in her hand, her brow furrowed at Creative.
A ghostly, electric tingle was working through Willow as another tremor shook her; a gauntlet slapping the side of her arm. Noble gave a hearty laugh.
"The smallkin call me the Captain," announced the Artisan of Order, stepping through the yews to make himself known to the forest gods. Many of them were still gathered, discussing the harrowing events to come, "my peers named me leader, and the hero of this realm calls me friend. You all shall henceforth call me Commander."
A commotion rose in the treeline, and the Horn God bristled at the newcomer. Willow's goodwill and brimstone was one thing, but another stranger barging into their lives was too much. Then, they all withered as Noble spread his wings, his voice resonating with true godhood.
"For a hundred years, I have orchestrated the defense of the lands beyond your forest. For decades, I have campaigned against the growing shadow. Today, I come as a herald of victory, for tonight is the last night Vengeance sleeps soundly."
The air of skepticism among the forest gods was drowned in a wave of cheers among the spriggans that left their sides. Suddenly, and in a moment, differences of tribe disappeared, and a throng of boughs and bark surrounded Noble.
"I can feel the fear among you, and that is to be expected, but have cheer! For tonight, you will not be alone. Within the hour, my true form shall arrive to muster the defenses and in my wake shall be a regiment of my finest lances. Behind them shall be the eyes of the Sage. As the night goes on, more of my allies will march on our position, bolstering our numbers."
Noble threw his arms out, his helm glittering in his hand, "Tonight, we will stand as one and extinguish the darkness, once and for all!"
The spriggans shook the treetops with their cheers, much to the amazement of their own gods. Leaves trickled down like streamers in the wind, and Noble looked to Willow. He slammed his helmet on his head and pounded his gauntlet to his brow in a salute to her.
And then, he was gone in a blink, a wisp of divine plumage billowing where he had stood.
"Noble is only so so at secrets," Willow heard in her own voice, "but I'm impressed."
The small harpy on her shoulder had taken her form, but smaller, and with avian wings and legs. Her little double looked like an odinkine version of herself. It smiles and as a wash of light smoothed out the avian parts into human limbs and it say there, smiling Creative's smile with Willow's face.
"I think," it whispered, conspiratorially, "he handled himself admirably when baba pressed him about the Patron, no?"
A rock struck her little double in the head, and Creative's miniature form burst forth in a cloud of smoke. Clever stood at Willow's feet, holding another rock in her hand, her brow furrowed at Creative.