[It's been an odd day. She and her companions have seen a great many odd things in their days, some of them more disturbing than others, but Vauthry's inhuman transformation had taken the nameday cake and thrown it spiraling off of the balcony of his lavish, gaudily decorated, chambers. Ziva was grateful, then, for tasks a bit more their usual speed after Alphinaud's address to the citizens of Eulmore.
There's no particular hurry in her step as she makes back for the ladder, having just left behind the docks. Aside from dodging the beasts roaming the land it gives her time to remove the little splinters she'd picked up in handling some of the wood there.
She'd been tasked with procuring lumber for their efforts and- naturally -that meant manually sorting through and counting out the planks and discerning what was viable and what was not. Eager as she is to pursue the tyrant she's also well aware that the sooner she finishes, the longer she'll have to stand about finding ways to pass the time. And it will take time to repair the Talos, to tend to and clear the machinery and gears required to operate the ladder. More than any of that, however, she simply wants for a bit of time to process all that's happened in recent days. Even now she can feel it, the cracks running all through her soul, straining at the seams.
Perhaps in the first time in what feels like an age, she's just a little bit afraid. It's one thing to face death in battle, but it's another entirely for one to know that they're so close to breaking apart and losing themselves. What it all means, how it can be stopped, if she'll be able to contain the Light threatening to overwhelm her...? All questions pounding about in her skull.
Never having been one to entertain "what if's", preferring moving forward to contemplation, not having a clear course is frustrating. There is one thing to be glad of, however, and that's having a goal to focus on.
With deft fingers she picks another splinter free and tosses it aside, pausing in her steps to survey her surroundings and to be sure she won't be caught unawares by a malfunctioning talos or hungry plant.]
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There's no particular hurry in her step as she makes back for the ladder, having just left behind the docks. Aside from dodging the beasts roaming the land it gives her time to remove the little splinters she'd picked up in handling some of the wood there.
She'd been tasked with procuring lumber for their efforts and- naturally -that meant manually sorting through and counting out the planks and discerning what was viable and what was not. Eager as she is to pursue the tyrant she's also well aware that the sooner she finishes, the longer she'll have to stand about finding ways to pass the time. And it will take time to repair the Talos, to tend to and clear the machinery and gears required to operate the ladder. More than any of that, however, she simply wants for a bit of time to process all that's happened in recent days. Even now she can feel it, the cracks running all through her soul, straining at the seams.
Perhaps in the first time in what feels like an age, she's just a little bit afraid. It's one thing to face death in battle, but it's another entirely for one to know that they're so close to breaking apart and losing themselves. What it all means, how it can be stopped, if she'll be able to contain the Light threatening to overwhelm her...? All questions pounding about in her skull.
Never having been one to entertain "what if's", preferring moving forward to contemplation, not having a clear course is frustrating. There is one thing to be glad of, however, and that's having a goal to focus on.
With deft fingers she picks another splinter free and tosses it aside, pausing in her steps to survey her surroundings and to be sure she won't be caught unawares by a malfunctioning talos or hungry plant.]
( ooc: Let me know if you need or want anything changed! )