UnLonged
True to the Name
The ragged individual can only be made out to be barely woman as she continues to speak, or rather, lecture Valdir in a tone that can only be produced from a mouth that is cramped with dust. A frown is painted across his face, something natural to him for it is his disposition of indifference, agreement, and pretty much everything that should mold his face to a different figure aside from a grim frown.
"I don't mean to be rude, mademoiselle, while your insights on this plane of existence do fill me with knowledge I don't intend to know in my own accord, I just don't see myself living up to the application of that knowledge and I am pretty content with my own knowledge on things."
Valdir started to walk away from the ragged woman while still in a fetal position, moving in a way like that of a mudcrab's. Another individual then entered the room, a Bosmer donning an appearance of an assassin. He walked without caution and yet, he still embraces the darkness enough to move without being totally noticed. Valdir stood as the door once again opened.
He ran frantically towards the bosmer, almost tripping over himself. "Hold the do-" Before he could even finish his request, the door disappeared in a flash of light, stopping him in his tracks. "AH! les plops!" Losing hope as always, Valdir sat down on the floor beside the Bosmer, shaking his head in disappointment.
After speaking with the bosmer, Haskill then bid the group of people farewell as he disappeared instantaneously. The walls seemed to follow after him as parts of it dispersed in a kaleidoscope of butterflies. Valdir gazed upon the "walls" as they fly away, forming a slight snarl on his face.
The bosmer threw a fit towards Haskill for his assessment on the psychological disposition of the bosmer. Valdir approached the disheartened mer as he sat down on the now empty seat.
"Now now, I understand your predicament. One's ability to take in the assessment of others is quite low, and most of the time, puts us in discontent. Valdir Blacksun, monsieur elf." Valdir extended his arm but pulled it away immediately before the bosmer could reach out to it. "Now that the selfish clown is out of the picture, I can now continue my work." He approached the vegetation surrounding them and snapped of a leaf-filled branch from a tree, using it as a make-shift umbrella. He surveyed the surroundings, looking in discontent at the appearance of the mass of land in the horizon but focusing mainly on the area where dark clouds seems to dance on the ground. "I believe the "one question per person" rule is officially removed." Valdir turned to the group of people. "With that in mind, I ask everyone, where are we supposed to go? Assuming we all are headed to the same place."
"I don't mean to be rude, mademoiselle, while your insights on this plane of existence do fill me with knowledge I don't intend to know in my own accord, I just don't see myself living up to the application of that knowledge and I am pretty content with my own knowledge on things."
Valdir started to walk away from the ragged woman while still in a fetal position, moving in a way like that of a mudcrab's. Another individual then entered the room, a Bosmer donning an appearance of an assassin. He walked without caution and yet, he still embraces the darkness enough to move without being totally noticed. Valdir stood as the door once again opened.
He ran frantically towards the bosmer, almost tripping over himself. "Hold the do-" Before he could even finish his request, the door disappeared in a flash of light, stopping him in his tracks. "AH! les plops!" Losing hope as always, Valdir sat down on the floor beside the Bosmer, shaking his head in disappointment.
After speaking with the bosmer, Haskill then bid the group of people farewell as he disappeared instantaneously. The walls seemed to follow after him as parts of it dispersed in a kaleidoscope of butterflies. Valdir gazed upon the "walls" as they fly away, forming a slight snarl on his face.
The bosmer threw a fit towards Haskill for his assessment on the psychological disposition of the bosmer. Valdir approached the disheartened mer as he sat down on the now empty seat.
"Now now, I understand your predicament. One's ability to take in the assessment of others is quite low, and most of the time, puts us in discontent. Valdir Blacksun, monsieur elf." Valdir extended his arm but pulled it away immediately before the bosmer could reach out to it. "Now that the selfish clown is out of the picture, I can now continue my work." He approached the vegetation surrounding them and snapped of a leaf-filled branch from a tree, using it as a make-shift umbrella. He surveyed the surroundings, looking in discontent at the appearance of the mass of land in the horizon but focusing mainly on the area where dark clouds seems to dance on the ground. "I believe the "one question per person" rule is officially removed." Valdir turned to the group of people. "With that in mind, I ask everyone, where are we supposed to go? Assuming we all are headed to the same place."