Spring 67, 519
The Midnight Gem
1st Bell
Anja stepped into his room and slowly sunk to the floor with his back against the wall. The moonlight shining through the cracks of the tent and the scents of the grasslands lingering in the fantastical room did nothing to quell the man's exhaustion or unease. For the past three days, he had been attempting to track a ghost. Attempt was the word really; it seemed as though the ghost had always been a step ahead of him. Anja had never encountered a ghost as willful and elusive as this one. Generally, they were absolutely tickled to meet him. Why was this one being so evasive?
A deep sigh parted Anja's lips and he allowed himself a moment to glance around his room. Battle and Sayeth were curled up on their individual blanket nests, fast asleep. Their ears had twitched as he entered, but they had quickly fallen back fast asleep. Anja's mind and body were still buzzing but with a deep breath he forced himself into his bed and nestled into his blankets. Tomorrow he would just have to think of something else. That was all there was to it. Maybe he should bring the dogs with him? His mind was still whirring when he fell into sleep, troubled by anxious dreams.
Spring 67, 519
The Midnight Gem
5th Bell
Anja startled awake. A tapping sound was echoing through his room. Anja groggly pushed himself into a sitting position and combed a hand through his hair. He could see the dogs were already awake blinking sleepily as they searched for the source of the noise. Still groggy and a touch sleep deprived from the previous day's late night, it took Anja an embarrassingly long time to locate the source of the sound. Although to be fair, Anja was relatively certain that the night before his tent room had not had a glass window. Anja didn't really have time to consider the logistics of a glass paneled window somehow lodged in the side of a hemp tent, though his groggy mind did somehow remember that he was living in a magical structure and there were probably stranger things that happened here.
Anja pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the window massaging the sleep from the corners of his eyes. As he focused outside the window, a small, black, feathered animal with a white skull adorning his head looked back at Anja. There was a moment of silence as the two looked at each other. Then, impatiently, the crow began rapping back against the glass with his beak.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The symbols on the crow's skull glowed a dim blue in the light of synarise. Hastily, Anja reached for the window and found a latch. He unhooked it and pulled the window towards him. The crow seized the opportunity with fervor and flew inside, alighting atop Anja's shrine. Anja closed the window and turned to look at the bird. It sat calmly on the jackal skull, wings flared out in balance, and locked eyes with him.
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The Midnight Gem
1st Bell
Anja stepped into his room and slowly sunk to the floor with his back against the wall. The moonlight shining through the cracks of the tent and the scents of the grasslands lingering in the fantastical room did nothing to quell the man's exhaustion or unease. For the past three days, he had been attempting to track a ghost. Attempt was the word really; it seemed as though the ghost had always been a step ahead of him. Anja had never encountered a ghost as willful and elusive as this one. Generally, they were absolutely tickled to meet him. Why was this one being so evasive?
A deep sigh parted Anja's lips and he allowed himself a moment to glance around his room. Battle and Sayeth were curled up on their individual blanket nests, fast asleep. Their ears had twitched as he entered, but they had quickly fallen back fast asleep. Anja's mind and body were still buzzing but with a deep breath he forced himself into his bed and nestled into his blankets. Tomorrow he would just have to think of something else. That was all there was to it. Maybe he should bring the dogs with him? His mind was still whirring when he fell into sleep, troubled by anxious dreams.
Spring 67, 519
The Midnight Gem
5th Bell
Anja startled awake. A tapping sound was echoing through his room. Anja groggly pushed himself into a sitting position and combed a hand through his hair. He could see the dogs were already awake blinking sleepily as they searched for the source of the noise. Still groggy and a touch sleep deprived from the previous day's late night, it took Anja an embarrassingly long time to locate the source of the sound. Although to be fair, Anja was relatively certain that the night before his tent room had not had a glass window. Anja didn't really have time to consider the logistics of a glass paneled window somehow lodged in the side of a hemp tent, though his groggy mind did somehow remember that he was living in a magical structure and there were probably stranger things that happened here.
Anja pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the window massaging the sleep from the corners of his eyes. As he focused outside the window, a small, black, feathered animal with a white skull adorning his head looked back at Anja. There was a moment of silence as the two looked at each other. Then, impatiently, the crow began rapping back against the glass with his beak.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The symbols on the crow's skull glowed a dim blue in the light of synarise. Hastily, Anja reached for the window and found a latch. He unhooked it and pulled the window towards him. The crow seized the opportunity with fervor and flew inside, alighting atop Anja's shrine. Anja closed the window and turned to look at the bird. It sat calmly on the jackal skull, wings flared out in balance, and locked eyes with him.
(Words 511, Total 511)