revivalproject | So Keep Pace, How Slow Can You Go

WHO: Felwinter and you I guess
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: A warlord returns from his explorations
WHEN: Mid-July
WARNINGS: N/A
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It's strange when you come to realize how acutely different it is to be traveling anywhere without company. True, with just him and Felspring, it had been easier to cover more ground. The old paranoias had never left, but it had been somehow easier to weather with even an additional two, even when one had needed more looking out for than the other way around.

These were thoughts that the warlord turned over in his head during his venture. Felspring had detected strange disturbances in the southeast, the source of the tremors, and they had gone to investigate without a second thought. It had been quite a distance to cover, but for an Exo who needed no food nor really any sleep, it was more than manageable. The terrain was certainly more forgiving than some of the wastelands and rugged mountains he'd crossed.

He took his time out there. He'd even taken a page or two from Dustin, gathering samples, not that he personally had any use for them, but at least someone would find them interesting. Plants. Rocks. Dirt once he and his Ghost had arrived where the newly formed mountains had begun to push up. Concerning, that. Mountains didn't just come into being, especially in such a span of time.

The return trip had been made as hastily as his departure from the city.

But now the warlord is back in the city, a bag over his shoulder, still wearing his helmet and greatcoat in spite of the sweltering temperatures. He starts back towards his tower, well, the communications tower, that is, but he'll be on the look-out for Dustin.

Even so, he can't help but keep casting distracted looks back towards the wilderness he had just come from.

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"...I cannot confirm this. The Agrii were said to believe they were gone, and those who have dealt with them before said they were defeated." He pauses. "But we do not know for certain if this time or place is the same as when such things may have happened."

The leather of his gloves creak as he flexes his fingers. "But we have been addressed directly by an unknown party, and they have made it clear that what they have in store for us is nothing pleasant. They do not show their faces, only spoken. I was told by Cayde that it happened back on the Agrii ship as well."

“But we have an enemy.” Whether it was the Atroma or someone else.

“We need to find them.”

"Indeed," Felwinter says, sighing then. "Finding them is easier said than done. They are an elusive entity that will not show themselves. We are limited in our ability to travel, where we are able to access. They seem to always be several steps ahead of us and know how to keep us from looking where we should not."

He looks towards the skies thoughtfully.

"...but if they have been beaten before, then they can be outmaneuvered. We must keep alert for the chance that they overlook something."

"...Maybe we should look everywhere."

Which might be a joke. But which also might be a genuine suggestion. After all, if you look everywhere...eventually you'll find the things that are being hidden from you.

Eventually.

"Too much ground to cover." Felwinter's been around Link enough to figure that his suggestions aren't in jest. "We are too few and even of that number, not everyone is equipped to search and survive."

His helmeted head turns back towards Link. "It would be better if we could narrow down our options. But if our quarry isn't even on this planet, that will make things more difficult."

Right. Other planets. Link...still didn't really have a great grasp on exactly what that meant. He still kept picturing just some kind of large, distant kingdom.

It was...frustrating. Knowing that there was an enemy they needed to face, a task they needed to complete - but not having any idea of what or how to deal with it.

Link doesn't say anything. But his soft huff of frustration makes his feelings on the matter all too clear.

It would be more amusing if Felwinter hadn't felt the same way. Having no direct opposition made it difficult to do anything. Even knowing who might be at fault doesn't help when you had no way of knowing where they were or what they might do next.

...it was not so different from the Warmind, in that case. If it had been just Felwinter to deal with this, he might have done the same thing as he'd done back home. Or perhaps not.

There were people depending on him, upon his protection, back home. Here, they may not be his people, but they have become more. He knows them by face and name. He knows, for whatever reason, some even care about him. And for him, he's realized that there's something of the same. He won't let anything happen to them if he can help it. So if all he can do is protect them from an enemy who refuses to show their face, then so be it.

He can wait.

For a moment, Link just stands there with Felwinter. Lets the silence speak for them.

But there is, as it turns out, one thing Link wants to say properly before he leaves for his next distraction.

"You find anything," Link says. "I'll help."

The helmeted face shifts, glancing back to Link then as though just recalling that he's still there.

Link's certainly proven capable during their outing. Strange as some of his practices were, Felwinter feels he can trust the Hylian. He studies him quietly before he offers a nod.

"Good."

Link nods. And then, satisfied that Felwinter will now call upon Link when there are Quests to be completed, he decides to move on the next thing.

"Bye," he says. And then he runs off, back to his previous explorations.

The warlord only acknowledges the other's departure with another nod, turning to resume his own walk and his search for Dustin.

So Keep Pace, How Slow Can You Go

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