[017] - OOM - In Berinhed's Forest (Adventure II)

[tristranthorn]

In Berinhed's Forest Tristran outfaced on of the great, tawny eagles, who would have carried them both back to its nest to feed its young and was afraid of nothing at all, save fire.

Stardust, p.168 (Graphic Novel)

The star asks him where they are going, where they were. This is the only way Tristran will really know the names of places -- if someone asks him directly. He has no idea how he knows, but he knows.

"Up ahead is a forest," he answers her, "Berinhed's. We are on the path leading directly towards it; you can already see the trees."

He readjusts his shoulder-bag, getting lighter and lighter as the days pass by, and shrugs. "Unfortunately, I am running out of provisions. I do hope that there is a village somewhere on the other side of the forest."

Comments

[an_evening_star]

The star was being brave and indignant - yes. Very brave and very very indignant and brave people don't stand stock-still, not breathing, because of a little cosmic light show.

She is a cosmic light show.

She swallows a bit shakily and drops down to her knees beside Tristran (ignoring the protest from her leg) - eyes still trained upward at the sudden flurry of desperate motion from the large eagles hovering overhead.

[tristranthorn]

Tristran sits up, rubbing his head. It could have been worse, and at least he made it alive.

"How did you do that?" he asks, turning his head to Yvaine.

[an_evening_star]

Alive is good.

Yvaine is a staunch supporter of being alive - and remaining alive. Even for him.

"Do what?" her voice is quiet again, a little uncertain as she blinks wide blue eyes back at him. "I didn't do anything."

[tristranthorn]

"The lightning?" He gestures to the trees, now slowly spreading more and more flame as it dashes from leaf to leaf.

The two eagles have begun to swoop in panicked circles, squawking loudly as though frustrated that they came so close to capturing proper prey.

"You didn't...do it?"

[an_evening_star]

"Make lightning?" her head shakes slightly, letting out a slight, wavery laugh. "I am a star, Tristran. Not a witch."

The fire spreads wildly, the lightened rain doing little to stop it's sweeping path, flames leaping higher - much to the continued agitation of the birds overhead.

[tristranthorn]

"Ah." He nods, giving her a slightly embarrassed lop-sided smile. "Okay, then."

He raises his head up to the sky, watching as the eagles circle the trees for another moment as though weighing their options. A branch falls to the ground, covered in flame while the distinct crackling of wood as it is chemically changed sounds in his ears. The wind picks up and with it, the flame stretches higher into the sky, closer to the eagles, forcing them further up.

"We ought to get out of here before the entire forest is consumed by fire," he says. That would definitely not be good.

[an_evening_star]

"I would like to think of it as being born with an innate ability for perfect timing," she grins back and curls a hand over his shoulder to lever herself upward, managing to stand back up rather successfully. Nothing shakes anymore and though her legs protest she remains upright and breathing and altogether alive. Not too shabby at all.

She holds out her hand instead this time, head canting to one side.

"Shall we then?"

[tristranthorn]

"Yes," Tristran says, taking her hand and bringing himself to his feet.

He then proceeds to bend down and grab his sword, re-sheathing it, then tilting his head to the sky once more to see the eagles circling one last time. They swoop further up, appearing to have gotten fed up with waiting for the fire to die down.

He approaches her once more and grabs her hand -- so they won't lose each other, of course. "Let's really get out of here."