Alistair found himself outside more often than not. The Compound had become increasingly busy as the weather continued on with people wishing to get out of the cold. He didn't mind it - appreciated the familiarity, in fact - and this day was no different.
It had been just Duncan and he for a good stretch of time, and the sound of a voice was enough to draw his attention to the source. It took no more than a glance to realize something was amiss, if the words weren't enough of a tip already. It was a fact that Duncan surely noticed as well, with how he whimpered quietly and looked up toward Alistair as if questioning what he was to do.
Motioning for the hound to stay where he was - he knew the animal's size sometimes startled others - he approached slowly. "Hello? Miss? Is something the matter?"
The hairs on her arms are standing on end. She cannot tell if it is from cold or from fright, but she takes a step towards the creature as blinding white as the snow. It is a strange thing out of place at home, but this is not her island. This is not the world she knows.
Heart pounding in her chest, she turns at the sound of a voice half-stumbling backwards and nearly falling into the cold whiteness again.
It is a man. The third she has seen since she can truly remember. He is different from Ferdinand and Caliban, nothing like the half-faded memories of her father. Fear is plain on her face, for she wonders which sort he might be. Will he be good as she wishes him to be?
"Sir, I beg thee, do tell me what madness and magic this place be. I do not know it."
As he approached closer, he followed her gaze toward the horse she'd been staring at. He had seen the strange animal only once before, briefly. She was distressed enough, however, that his attention on it didn't last long.
"Are you new here? I mean - wait, that probably makes little sense to you," he said, chiding himself. He was likely only making her confusion worse. "Were you in different surroundings a moment ago?"
The creature paws the ground, letting out a whiney before turning and running back into the woods. The loss of it makes Miranda's heart hurt slightly and she doesn't know why. Perhaps it had been the strangeness of it, as if it could tell her which spirits dwelled in these strange trees.
Fingers playing with the ties on the front of her bodice, moving out of nerves she looks up at the man. Chewing on her lower lip, she nods slowly eyes flitting back to the cave. Perhaps if she returns to it this magic will be undone.
"I was on my mother's island, in her cell when I did hear beasts and men crying out. I ran to her and out of the cave, into this strangeness. Sir, do tell me why is it so cold?"
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It had been just Duncan and he for a good stretch of time, and the sound of a voice was enough to draw his attention to the source. It took no more than a glance to realize something was amiss, if the words weren't enough of a tip already. It was a fact that Duncan surely noticed as well, with how he whimpered quietly and looked up toward Alistair as if questioning what he was to do.
Motioning for the hound to stay where he was - he knew the animal's size sometimes startled others - he approached slowly. "Hello? Miss? Is something the matter?"
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Heart pounding in her chest, she turns at the sound of a voice half-stumbling backwards and nearly falling into the cold whiteness again.
It is a man. The third she has seen since she can truly remember. He is different from Ferdinand and Caliban, nothing like the half-faded memories of her father. Fear is plain on her face, for she wonders which sort he might be. Will he be good as she wishes him to be?
"Sir, I beg thee, do tell me what madness and magic this place be. I do not know it."
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"Are you new here? I mean - wait, that probably makes little sense to you," he said, chiding himself. He was likely only making her confusion worse. "Were you in different surroundings a moment ago?"
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Fingers playing with the ties on the front of her bodice, moving out of nerves she looks up at the man. Chewing on her lower lip, she nods slowly eyes flitting back to the cave. Perhaps if she returns to it this magic will be undone.
"I was on my mother's island, in her cell when I did hear beasts and men crying out. I ran to her and out of the cave, into this strangeness. Sir, do tell me why is it so cold?"
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