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Post by Nadia on Aug 9, 2021 14:53:42 GMT -6
The trail was leading across the dunes, but... into lightly less shallow water. It was impossible for Nadia to refrain from worrying - she had never taught Dylan how to swim, and was running off of the assumption that it wasn't an inborn ability, especially not for a pup with fur as long as his. She picked up her skirts if only to stop them from getting tangled on rocks. Did she hear a bark? The sound of whimpers, or his paws in the sand? It was difficult to tell, and if the sounds were there, were they fabricated by the mansion? She furrowed her brow as she looked out across the area. Was that the wiggle of his white-tipped tail...? "Do you see that, sir?" She needed reassurance, and understandably so. Her finger was pointing ahead, to what certainly looked like a wagging tail, visible just over the crest of a dune. "Please tell me this is real." [37]
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Post by Èdan on Aug 9, 2021 15:11:01 GMT -6
It's easy enough to keep pace with the lady, although in terms of search contributing senses he is largely operating off of eyesight, due to the ears still feeling a little rough (And just as well. Even though it's still daylight creeping towards twilight, the eyes might be able to spot something in the dimmer corners of the area than regular eyes might not). But he doesn't necessarily see the dog anywhere at first. The trail leading through puddles doesn't help, although the fact its mostly standing water is certainly better than running - the indents underwater are slower to fade with the liquid's motion that way.
Crossing the stones sees him stand by to catch her in case she slips, since between the breakdown, the trembling and the exhaustion, there is no reason to take chances on her losing footing and injuring herself further. For himself the balance part isn't that difficult, but he does need to use the glaive as support in a few spots, since the armour isn't exactly comfortable weight when partly waterlogged and in a hurry.
Reaching the edge of the pool, he looks across towards where she's pointing, and nods, "It would certainly appear so, my lady. And the tracks do seem to lead towards it." In case her mind required a bit of tangible evidence to go with the assurance. (As he hoped the pup hadn't suddenly discovered a way to disguise itself with decoys.. or something. Stranger things, after all).
. 61 . August: 38
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Post by Nadia on Aug 9, 2021 15:18:38 GMT -6
The brief acknowledgement and confirmation was all she needed. Nadia made haste to cross the distance between herself and what she believed was Dylan - it was not without its wobbles as her boots were caught on slippery stones, but she was still standing by the time she was within a few metres. "Dylan...?" Her heart was in her throat, thudding. It was difficult to allow herself to hope. The tail disappeared, and her heart sunk... until it was replaced with a sandy nose and a lolling tongue. "Dylan! By the gods, come here!" She was undoubtedly cramping the pup's style, but she swept him up into her arms without a moment's delay, pressing him tight to her chest. His tail wagged against her skirts, thumping into the fabric. The tears that threatened this time were ones of joy, rather than sorrow; a welcome change, to be certain. Even better luck was that Dylan had been investigating a rock pool, full of sealife and magic. [39]
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Post by Èdan on Aug 9, 2021 15:35:28 GMT -6
Far from it is he in a position to chide her to avoid recklessness (And there's a pretty strong suspicion it would do little to sway her haste anyway), but he'd be lying if the thought of actually seeing the hound wouldn't have been a relief. Although he keeps up, he ends up cresting the dune's edge a few seconds after the lady has already descended on the hound to grab it into a coddling hold. (Well, thank Goddess, at least something is going according to expectation, much less plan). The reunion isn't likely to be concluded for some time, so he leans on the glaive and takes a moment to recover, looking about the place.
There's certainly some sense of beauty to this small little hollow (Although 'small' by relative terms, as it remains big enough to contain quite a number of things) as it seems almost a pond trapped in a sandy valley, filled with clear water, rocks, reeds, sea shells and a manner of vibrancy almost unknown to the beach. The energy is certainly different, though he can't quite place why - gulls wheel overhead, seashells glisten on both shore and in water, something what he estimates to be a crab-like thing scuttering along the floor, while two others seem to have a stand-off over some toy boats. (He's learned not to question the toy boats. Might as well). Somewhere closer to sandbar some netting seems to be washed ashore, a small shark-like creature quickly scattering as soon as he gazes that way (Which also tracks).
The knight sits down on the dune's crest, glaive resting against shoulder, unable to see any immediate threat or danger, "If I had not known better, it almost seems as though the hound has found himself something of a paradise oasis. Perhaps there wasn't so much madness to the escape as purpose?" A hopeful thought, but one that could be useful to her emotional state, circumstances being what they are.
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Post by Jack on Aug 9, 2021 17:19:23 GMT -6
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