Continued from More Unexpected Work
Day 53 of Fall 515AV
Brandon had no idea just how long he sat there, comforting the ghostly endal as if she were a little girl, letting her cry until she could no longer produce any tears. Where she touched his skin the bat felt cold, but he had refused to let it bother him, lost in thought himself while he let his body do the comforting for him. Eventually she broke the contact and floated a couple steps backwards, dragging Brandon back to the present world. “I’m sorry you had to see my like this,” she muttered, cleaning her face with the sleeve of her ethereal sleeve of her katinu.
“Though I’d like to thank you as well. It seems I was stuck in a delusion created by my own mind. Thank you for pulling me out.” The Kelvic made a “don’t mention it” gesture while getting to his feet, finding that one of his knees was sleeping. It buckled, sending him into a kneeling position for a bit. “Say, chiet-”
“Brandon,” the thief interjected, standing up with one knee feeling like a sandbag, inspecting the parts of skin that had been exposed to the ghost’s touch for an extended period of time. They were blue and pale, but otherwise nothing seemed amiss. “Brandon then,” Amora accepted, “can I ask you a favor?”
“I suppose. Depends on what you want me to do for you.” The spirit nodded, seemingly agreeing with that kind of logic. “Would you mind bringing my bones to Wind Reach? I’d like my body –or what is left of it- to be buried with my fellow Inarta; in the heart of Skyinarta.” The bat thought about it for a bit; Amora’s body had already served its purpose of being a source of food for the wildlife, and bones weren’t really fit for eating, nor did they rot very well. If they could all fit in the rucksack he was wearing then there wouldn’t be a problem at all; but if they didn’t it would be a royal pain.
“Alright then. Only yours or your eagle’s too?” the bat queried, already gathering up the bones nearby and depositing them in his rucksack. “You think Chaqe is dead?” Brandon shrugged. “I’m not sure. I only know Zith were clinging to just about every part of him they could grab. Even a Wind Eagle would have a hard time getting all of them off of his body.” Amora looked distressed, but thoughtful. “I- I suppose you’re right, I do remember seeing-” suddenly she stopped, frowned and stared at Brandon as if this was the first time she’d ever seen him. “But how do you know that? How did you know about everything that had happened?”
Brandon grinned, extending his left hand and displaying his gnosis mark. “I’m an agent of Dira,” he clarified, “I could see your last moments. I’m fairly sure her mark has something to do with it.” The endal nodded slowly, face hoovering right above the scythe shaped tattoo, one lone finger prodding it gingerly. “Hmmmm…” she hummed, but made no further comment. “Your eagle flew that way,” pointed the bat, “if I recall correctly.”
“Sounds about right. It’s on the way to Wind Reach, so if Chaqe died I think we should find his remains in that direction.” The Kelvic agreed, and after having collected every part of the skeleton they could find, the duo set off in the direction Chaqe had flown to.
It wasn’t really comfortable to walk with a rucksack filled to the brim with bones; they prodded in the thief’s back, and more annoyingly they rattled, creating too much noise for the bat’s liking. “What will you do if we do find him?”Bran spoke up out of the blue, earning him a troubled look from his ethereal companion. “I… don’t know. I can’t really carry things in the usual way anymore-” she’d noticed that during the gathering of her own body parts “- and I tire quickly if I make them float… You don’t have any more space in your backpack, right?” Brandon shook his head almost unnoticeably. “I suppose we could just bring his skull. That’s where his soul resided when he was alive, so…”
Day 53 of Fall 515AV
Brandon had no idea just how long he sat there, comforting the ghostly endal as if she were a little girl, letting her cry until she could no longer produce any tears. Where she touched his skin the bat felt cold, but he had refused to let it bother him, lost in thought himself while he let his body do the comforting for him. Eventually she broke the contact and floated a couple steps backwards, dragging Brandon back to the present world. “I’m sorry you had to see my like this,” she muttered, cleaning her face with the sleeve of her ethereal sleeve of her katinu.
“Though I’d like to thank you as well. It seems I was stuck in a delusion created by my own mind. Thank you for pulling me out.” The Kelvic made a “don’t mention it” gesture while getting to his feet, finding that one of his knees was sleeping. It buckled, sending him into a kneeling position for a bit. “Say, chiet-”
“Brandon,” the thief interjected, standing up with one knee feeling like a sandbag, inspecting the parts of skin that had been exposed to the ghost’s touch for an extended period of time. They were blue and pale, but otherwise nothing seemed amiss. “Brandon then,” Amora accepted, “can I ask you a favor?”
“I suppose. Depends on what you want me to do for you.” The spirit nodded, seemingly agreeing with that kind of logic. “Would you mind bringing my bones to Wind Reach? I’d like my body –or what is left of it- to be buried with my fellow Inarta; in the heart of Skyinarta.” The bat thought about it for a bit; Amora’s body had already served its purpose of being a source of food for the wildlife, and bones weren’t really fit for eating, nor did they rot very well. If they could all fit in the rucksack he was wearing then there wouldn’t be a problem at all; but if they didn’t it would be a royal pain.
“Alright then. Only yours or your eagle’s too?” the bat queried, already gathering up the bones nearby and depositing them in his rucksack. “You think Chaqe is dead?” Brandon shrugged. “I’m not sure. I only know Zith were clinging to just about every part of him they could grab. Even a Wind Eagle would have a hard time getting all of them off of his body.” Amora looked distressed, but thoughtful. “I- I suppose you’re right, I do remember seeing-” suddenly she stopped, frowned and stared at Brandon as if this was the first time she’d ever seen him. “But how do you know that? How did you know about everything that had happened?”
Brandon grinned, extending his left hand and displaying his gnosis mark. “I’m an agent of Dira,” he clarified, “I could see your last moments. I’m fairly sure her mark has something to do with it.” The endal nodded slowly, face hoovering right above the scythe shaped tattoo, one lone finger prodding it gingerly. “Hmmmm…” she hummed, but made no further comment. “Your eagle flew that way,” pointed the bat, “if I recall correctly.”
“Sounds about right. It’s on the way to Wind Reach, so if Chaqe died I think we should find his remains in that direction.” The Kelvic agreed, and after having collected every part of the skeleton they could find, the duo set off in the direction Chaqe had flown to.
It wasn’t really comfortable to walk with a rucksack filled to the brim with bones; they prodded in the thief’s back, and more annoyingly they rattled, creating too much noise for the bat’s liking. “What will you do if we do find him?”Bran spoke up out of the blue, earning him a troubled look from his ethereal companion. “I… don’t know. I can’t really carry things in the usual way anymore-” she’d noticed that during the gathering of her own body parts “- and I tire quickly if I make them float… You don’t have any more space in your backpack, right?” Brandon shook his head almost unnoticeably. “I suppose we could just bring his skull. That’s where his soul resided when he was alive, so…”
Credit goes to Engghaen