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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Felwinter looks back down at the boy. His own feelings are complicated on the matter. He considers the people here his responsibility to some degree, but they don't depend on him nearly as much as the people he'd more or less inherited when he'd taken over the other warlord's keep. Maybe most of the people here didn't need him, maybe Dustin doesn't really either, but...

His glare is thankfully unseen as he narrows his optics back towards the other end of the city. He wouldn't have been able to do anything for them in there, would he?

Dustin speaks again, and the tension from Felwinter's shoulders seems to ease slightly. He hadn't been there for the boy then, but he can at least be there now. He nods.

"...is there anything else you need?"

Felwinter's response: Terse, matter-of-fact, expected. Dustin can handle this. It centers him somewhat, helps him repress the more complicated feelings that are keeping him distracted.

"Are you planning on going back?" he asks, twisting the bag closed so he can at least attempt to heft it over his shoulder. "I want to go with you, if you are."

Is he? Felwinter's gaze turns back towards the woods that he'd come from, where he knows mountains that hadn't been there roughly a month ago have started to make their appearance.

"I will consider it. But I do not know if venturing back when it is at such a stage is wise. Their formation had been previously unpredicted, even unnatural for its speed." Even Felspring is uneasy by these changes, and he trusts his Ghost implicitly.

"I do not like it."

It's rare he gives very firm declarations of anything, rarer still for him to share these opinions with anyone.

Dustin agrees too strongly with Felwinter to directly notice how unusual his behavior is, but something about it still gives him an almost instinctive sense of unease. If someone like Felwinter finds all of this unsettling...

"Yeah." He shuffles anxiously between his feet, then with a grunt of effort and a stumble, hoists the sack of samples over his back. It's heavy. "At least it's far away. The earthquakes are probably gonna get worse, but otherwise we shouldn't see too many directly destructive consequences from something like a volcanic eruption."

"...I don't know how reliable any information of how such events normally occur may be if it comes down to that," Felwinter observes grimly. "We can only remain vigilant."

He looks to Dustin. "Shall I carry it for you? I...might have overdone it." And given the build of an Exo, hadn't really thought too much on how much different a burden it would be between him and a flimsy human at the time.

Dustin's only response at first is an unhappy hum in the back of his throat. He knows Felwinter is right - Dustin had said so himself, hadn't he? That this isn't a standard geological event, not by any standards. The size and distance of the fast-growing mountains can't be directly correlated to events he's read about from his own world unless he makes some pretty hefty assumptions.

Maybe they'll have to evacuate. The idea of picking up everything and leaving is an uncomfortable one, but not insurmountable. Dustin's pretty confident he can manage something.

Speaking of picking up and moving-- "It's fine," Dustin insists with a wave. "About the samples, I mean. It's not too much, I just, um. Well I have something to carry it with, but I'd have to go back to my shop and--I guess you should just carry it instead."

Being paranoid is more or less a consistent state of being for Felwinter. Perhaps here he doesn't have to worry about warsats falling from the skies with the intent of crushing him, but if the very world itself decides to become hostile, there isn't much to be done there. It's quite frustrating.

He holds a hand out to take the bag back with a nod as Dustin reaches his conclusion. Less time wasted this way, and more importantly Dustin can be out of the sun sooner.

Looking a little sheepish - and kind of anxious, as the thought of the new mountain on the horizon opening up and destroying everything sits in the back of his mind - Dustin awkwardly slides the sack back off his shoulder towards Felwinter. The process is not terribly graceful.

Suddenly, a realization strikes him. "...Do you know where my workshop is?"

At least Felwinter meets him halfway, saving Dustin the trouble of getting too overbalanced. He slips the strap back over his own shoulder with almost irritating ease, at least until you remember he's solid metal.

And then he waits, because no, he in fact does not know where Dustin dwells, or at least, not specifically. He's observed the general area the boy tended to disappear to.

"I do not," he admits.

Dustin nods, pensively, shaking out some of the tension and soreness that has already managed to sneak into his arms and shoulders. Though when it comes to actually telling Felwinter where his shop is, there's no hesitation. He deserves to know.

"I'll walk you there," Dustin says, twisting on his heel to start down the road. "You'll need me to let you inside anyway."

It's not lost upon him, the readiness in which Dustin acts to show him where he stays, where he works. Their first meeting on a rooftop in the quiet of night seems like a long time ago, and he remembers how guarded the boy had been there. Some of it is still there, rough edges that won't ever completely be sanded down, as he's certain in some ways, he is much the same.

The warlord nods, starting off after him then.

So Keep Pace, How Slow Can You Go

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