"Uuuuhmmm…" Xun drew out the confused syllable for a good few seconds, tilting their head after watching Best’s riveting… ‘demonstration’.
With the white cloak several meters away, Xun turned their head to look out over the chasm and the small gap, before- “ah!” Before they found Best standing uncomfortably close.
And then, after an explanation that made some sense to Xun, they decided to just double-check. “So instead of trying to go as far as I can, you want me to… use a wall to fly as high as possible… and then glide my way over?” Even as Xun said it, it wasn’t making much sense even in their head. How could that possibly…?
Still, at least Best’s invasion of space was giving Xun their scarf charge back. The blue cloak turned to the ledge again with a few pounds of hesitation weighing them down. “Best, are you sure about this?”
(( Nothing at all seems out of the ordinary!~ Maybe the blue isn’t so saturated. I’d also imagine the tuft to be a smidge thicker or higher, but not high enough to touch the mask. But that’s just me imagining/nitpicking like an idiot! It’s perfect enough as it is… Especially since you’re doing this of your own accord, thankyou! ;\; ))
:>Yes!<: Best says, assuming everyone’s energy worked the same way his did and just sort of powered itself. :>I absolute sure! It easiest way! And always work for I! Except when not! Hm!<:
He looks out across the gap. It seems bigger than before. He hadn’t paid any attention to its size when he’d first flew over it. :>I spot, okay! Catch if fall! Give chirp like T̴͢H̴̵̢I̵̶̡̕S̨͝҉̵͜ to help! Should be fine, I think!<: He demonstrates, suddenly upping his volume and screaming a chirp. He’s never spotted anyone before, but is positive it’s easy.
:>No forget, though, gotta run into wall or thing like wall, then go up! That key! Up, up! Then ground pull down, but that okay, use pull! Go diagonal! Understand?<: He repeats, wording it slightly differently as he already forgot exactly what he’d advised before.
The next thing that happened was something Lethe was not ready for. The white cloak began shouting streams of loud chirps and chimes. The blast of the sound wave was strong in this one! Lethe had to wince whenever a sharp tone hit his eardrums. Despite the ear-piercing pain, Lethe managed somehow to grasp the few words he could only understand.
Arm? Save?? Fe-Female child??
This was harder than he thought.
H-Hole? Rock? No strong? Rock(again)? Danger??
Gah! There was so much confusions! His head was starting to ache from just interpreting what the other was saying. Lethe almost had the impulse to silence the other wayfarer but the expression on Best was enough to refrain him from doing so. There was a sort of anxiety in there. The notion almost took him back the time he was trapped in the snow. The sense of helplessness. And he need help…
“White one, though I may not fully understand what you had said to me but I—I knew…”
Lethe paused for a second, eyes shut, trying to suppress the unpleasant memories before resuming. He then opened his eyes and faced Best.
Best is completely unaware that his yelling louder solves nothing, and is in fact detrimental. But it gets results! He lets out a sigh, afraid for a moment Lethe was going to decline. The lack of understanding goes both ways, but he looks determined, and that is good enough for Best!
:>It over here!<: Best grabs the other person by the arm and tugs him along. Even though he’s pulling with all his might, cloak ends curled into the fabric of Lethe’s clothes, it’s clear to see why he needs someone strong to help him. Best has all the strength of a flower petal.
:>Here! Here!<: he yells, pointing at a small hole with sand tumbling down.
:>I put scarf on daughter like so to explore!<: he says, throwing his scarf haphazardly at Lethe. :>Lower down! But she drop off! Will no grab back on! She very willful! Do what want without care for worry! And I too big to crawl in after!<:
If Vanem had any hopes that Best would have simply given up at that point, they were dashed at that moment. Nevertheless, he had achieved the short-range goal of preventing more of a mess in his abode.
"I can fetch more parchment for you," Vanem said in a flat voice as he headed inside. This time he was not going to retreat into the back room to retrieve some fresh. He had learned that one simply did not let Best remain out of sight for any length of time.
He had some parchment in one of his bookcases, slipped in between one end and a book. He always kept some on immediate hand in case inspiration struck about something he had been working on and he did not want to lose the moment. It was not as pristine as the other parchment. Its edges were ruffled and slightly torn, and the writing surface was smaller and uneven. But given what he had already seen of Best’s writing, it likely would not make things any worse.
He tried to pay no mind to the still spilled ink on the floor. He had taken long enough with Best outside that it had likely set. Besides, he did not want to try to clean it up and have Best “help” again.
:>Thank you!<: Best chirps as Vanem goes back inside. He sits down to patiently wait, as he’s very familiar with the outside of Vanem’s house from his many searches and explorations. There’s nothing really to investigate out here, and if Vanem doesn’t want sand in the house, Best certainly can’t go back inside. He shakes off some more sand, as it seems to have stopped working on the ink anyway. He’d have to deal with the stain somehow else.
Best leans back to look at the stars and the far distant mountain. He should ask Vanem what’s up there! He’s never been, but he’s sure Vanem has. It’s right there, so easy enough to investigate (if not for the vile cold that keeps Best away!). Thinking of the cold makes Best appreciate the warmth of the sands, even though the sun has long since set. He wiggles to get more comfortable as he waits for Vanem. It’s been like a minute. What’s taking him so long?
It could have been weeks. Maybe months even. Searching for clues of his past in this land of non-melting golden snow had sure worn him out. Especially when the temperature here was something Lethe had still yet to adapt.
Maybe it is time I should return to the mountains…
Yes, he should indeed. Getting constantly burn by the blazing heat of the sun wasn’t going to do well for his body. So with that, he got up, donned his mask and hood and began walking towards the direction of the mountains. Soon he caught sight of a figure from a distance, approaching at high speeds. It was a wayfarer apparently. Lethe’s face instantly fell when he noticed the colour of the cloak.
Oh for the love of-
Lethe was going to turn to other direction but it was a bit too late for that. The white cloaked one was already in front of him, flailing around, chirping with gusto that unmistakably sounded distressful.
Wait.. did it just ask for my arms?!
When he doesn’t get a response, except for expressions Best has some trouble interpreting, he asks his question louder. Because maybe they don’t speak the same language. :>CAN BORROW ARMS? FOR TO SAVE LITTLE DAUGHTER?<: he yells extra loud, sand rippling away with the accompanying force. The edges of his cloak curl and uncurl like he’s flexing his non-arms. :>SHE FALL IN HOLE UNDER ROCK! I NO GOT STRENGTH TO MOVE ROCK BY SELF! SHE IN GREAT DANGER (MAYBE!)!<:
He slumps forward, trying to catch his breath. Even for Best, yelling that loud’s hard to do consistently. :>What — what say!<: he gasps out, flapping his cloak in the person’s direction. :>Want help?<:
Vanem stared at all that sand, and all he could think of was back to a sandstorm that had risen unexpectedly when he was away from home and was not there to close the shutters. He had spend the better part of two weeks trying to get all the sand out, and even to the present day he would sometimes withdraw something from a drawer only to have a few grains of sand trickle to the floor.
Also, even those like Vanem have limits to their patience.
He stepped forward and across the threshold, intercepting Best before he could come inside. “I do not believe that the answer to a mess is an even bigger mess,” said Vanem with as much diplomacy as he could manage. “Ah … why don’t we conduct the rest of our discussion out here? It’s a nice, cool night after all.”
He refrained from adding, “and there is little damage you can do out here.”
Best gasps. Sand isn’t messy! It’s nice! It’s fun! He should know, since he lives in a desert and he’s made of sand. :>This no mess! It sand! I sand!<: he exclaims, but then doesn’t bother to explain any further the difference. All evidence suggests there’s not much of one. When he flings his cloak wide to add some emphasis, the sand scatters everywhere. He lets out a nondescript noise of disappointment as it quickly makes its escape.
:>Okay!<: he says finally, releasing all of the sand intentionally now. :>It is nice out! I usually asleep by now, so no really see! It good you was awake so I get to experience! Now where we!<:
He lapses into complete silence and stillness, trying to remember. So much has happened since then! :>Oh! I gotta get paper for to write corrections! Let in so can retrieve?<:
This is oddly reminiscent of when he first arrived here, though Best is sure some progress has been made. Elsewise this entire endeavor would be a ltitle pointless, and that can’t be true.
:>Daughter! Can hear I? You be okay?<: Best calls down into the hole, his head wedged into the narrow gap between it and a rock. :>You stay where you be! I try get rock off for to save you!<:
He shoves and tugs and digs at the side of the hole, but still can’t get enough passage to get down there himself. It’s too dark to see what’s down there, aside from Daughter, and Best can’t even see her, and she’s not chirping. But she rarely chirps, so he’s not too worried, unless she wanders off on her own.
:>This no working! I no strong enough! No move, I think of something else!<: Best settles in on top of the rock, pondering deeply. :>Hmmm!<:
As he sits there thinking in deep thought, he sees something out of the corner of his eye.
:>À̸͜͡͡h͠҉!̡̀ What that in far away?<: He jumps off the rock to investigate the person he barely sees off in the distance. Best flies and dives to get there faster, and as soon as he’s in yelling distance and fast approaching, says, :>Hello, I am Best! I need — OH! You got arms! Can borrow?<:
When I first born, I very excite about name! I say name BIG! I say name small! I say name loud! Quiet! Waterfall of name!
I change lots since then! I say other words big and small! Loud and quiet! Also I think I bit fatter now!
And these pictures I find of other person being baby! They very different from I! They amoeba! They worm! They streaker! They learn say own name, I think! I hope they no mind I post for all to see!
There none of daughter because daughter still little baby! Though she getting bigger, she always be baby to I!
Hello guys! Me and Vertid-mod wanted to suggest a fun little event for this coming Wednesday if any of you are interested. Draw a baby or toddler picture of your wayfarer or Journey OC, simple~!
If you can’t draw, don’t worry! You could simply put in what they do, like to do, or if they were…
(( i’m in :D ))
((I’ll do it, tho probably for theweightofhistory moreso than Best, as his entire childhood lasted all of three days and is p. well documented already.))
Vanem doesn’t seem mad, which is good! Best has no clue who else he would go to for help on such projects like this one. And he has lots of projects.
Best tiptoes behind Vanem, mostly silent as they head into the kitchen (well, back into for him) and completely disregarding Vanem’s excusing himself. He has never thought to use his cloak itself to write. It seems messy, possibly permanently staining, and it’s spread so much he’s not sure how much he can actually use.
Oh no! He can’t be a majestic white cloak if his cloak isn’t (mostly) white!
:>Hey, Vanem! There lots of ink! How I gonna get all offa self? For to no stain majestic cloak — <: Oh, wait! Maybe he can roll around in some sand, and bring some in for the spill on the floor! It wouldn’t be very nice to make Vanem clean it all up, and that’s how Best cleans up things in his homes. :>Oh, wait! I know!<: he says, interrupting himself. He turns around, trailing more ink as he heads to the door. :>I be back, okay!<: Best lets himself outside and begins reeling his scarf out with him.
He hasn’t even bothered looking for something to write with.
Vanem was startled by the sudden presence of Best behind him, but at least it had happened before he had anything in hand that was delicate enough to break when dropped. In fact, he had resolved to use nothing of that sort while Best was still there, thus he steadfastly ignored the cabinets containing what little glassware he possessed.
To say that Vanem was tempted to shut and bar the door behind Best as he left was to say that the desert was slightly warm. When the last of Best’s scarf disappeared out the door, he was tempted again, and again when he returned from the kitchen with some old cleaning cloths to absorb what ink he could.
Vanem took a deep breath until the urge had passed. He simply must live up to his reputation of being a good host. If he could handle an upset and angry VicZar as he had some months ago, he could handle this.
The longer Best was gone, however, the more Vanem realized that when Best was around, it was better to have him in sight at all times. He could hear Best just outside but had no idea what he was doing, which was never a good thing.
He put down his cloths and headed to the door. “Best, just what are you doing out there?”
:>Oh, Vanem! I get sand for to pick up ink!<: Best says, waddling closer. Sand sticks to his scarf and is cradled in his cloak.
:>It how I pick up in homes (I drop ink lots before switch to burnt stick!), so no damage books or cloths! See? It already work on I! Though I still kinda grey looking! I hope that fix self on own!<: Best kicks his scarf aside so he doesn’t trip over it, then readjusts his hold on the sand. :>We gonna need lots, okay!<:
With that, Best begins to slowly, steadily walk toward the door, trailing sand and some darker spots of ink.
Xun listens to Best’s little proposition, tilting their head left and right as they considered it. They approached the edge, putting their foot riiiiight on the ledge… looking down into the chasm. It was the smallest gap for the whole chasm, but it was still just too long.
"I see no harm in it." Xun shrugged, leaning back from the cliff and looking to Best. It felt odd accepting help from someone else, especially with something like traversing an obstacle. Xun thought they were the best at that…
But maybe they were about to be proven wrong. “Okay, Best, what do I need to do differently? Do I… need to start floating earlier? Later? A longer run before I jump? Faster? Erm, slower?” Xun, even though they were good at flying already, sounded nervous enough to make it seem like they had no idea what they were talking about!
:>Let see!<: Best looks down, then across. :>How I do fly is I run into wall with bit of fly! There no wall here, but there rock!<: He walks over and drops down on his face. :>Run! Run! Run!<: Best says, scrabbling into the edge of the rock.
:>Zoooooom!<: Best supplies as he slides away through the sand, until all his built-up charge is gone.
He winds up far away through a straight furrow of sand, and quickly comes back. Best bounds along, almost running into Xun before he stops.
:>Do like that! But up! Up! Go up like already do, no diagonal! Then down! Down! Aim at other side! You got that?<:
((Also, I think this is the first close-up of Xun — if I got something wonky feel free to tell me))