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wayfarers_lodge"Jobosh?"
The solid warrior looked at Atana, his chest heaving with the effort of climbing. It had been a short hike, but hard, taking a lot out of him and his two companions.
"Yes, Atana?"
The genasi pointed to the aurora burning and soaring in the sky.
"Isn't it beautiful? I think, once I get Leyna back, I will make her a cloak out of it."
Both her human and hobgoblin companions looked at her strangely. Tharkas didn't recognise the name, but he recognised the spark of pain in Jobosh's eyes, and the longing in Atana's voice, and remained silent.
"Atana..." said Jobosh after a moment of confused, uncomfortable silence. "How will you make her a cloak out of lights in the sky?"
She looked at him like it was obvious. "Wizards do it all the time."
"But... you aren't a wizard."
"Alright, then I'll pay a wizard an awful lot of money to do it. And make a reflection of the moon her hood. Perhaps paint it on silk, or enchant the lights into it. Don't you think that would make her look beautiful?”"
Jobosh had watched Atana struggle with the burden of the tears of the dead god, as he watched her now, and didn't understand how she could be hurting so deeply. After all, hadn't they all been friends? But he nodded nonetheless.
"Yes, Atana. It would make her look very beautiful."
The solid warrior looked at Atana, his chest heaving with the effort of climbing. It had been a short hike, but hard, taking a lot out of him and his two companions.
"Yes, Atana?"
The genasi pointed to the aurora burning and soaring in the sky.
"Isn't it beautiful? I think, once I get Leyna back, I will make her a cloak out of it."
Both her human and hobgoblin companions looked at her strangely. Tharkas didn't recognise the name, but he recognised the spark of pain in Jobosh's eyes, and the longing in Atana's voice, and remained silent.
"Atana..." said Jobosh after a moment of confused, uncomfortable silence. "How will you make her a cloak out of lights in the sky?"
She looked at him like it was obvious. "Wizards do it all the time."
"But... you aren't a wizard."
"Alright, then I'll pay a wizard an awful lot of money to do it. And make a reflection of the moon her hood. Perhaps paint it on silk, or enchant the lights into it. Don't you think that would make her look beautiful?”"
Jobosh had watched Atana struggle with the burden of the tears of the dead god, as he watched her now, and didn't understand how she could be hurting so deeply. After all, hadn't they all been friends? But he nodded nonetheless.
"Yes, Atana. It would make her look very beautiful."
