TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[silverphobic]

[the horse's scent is the first thing Bigby picks up, and while it's by far not the most unique animal smell he's taken in during his hike, it's definitely enough to raise some interest over the possibilities it brings. it could be wild, sure; nothing strange about that. however, experience and common sense dictate that, a good eight out of ten times, they usually aren't, unless the rider has a damn good reason to leave them behind. say, if they dismounted to look for something and got lost; or if they injured the horse and walking the rest of the way was the only practical solution they could come to; or—

from somewhere not too far behind Bigby, leaves gently rustle, the force that bends them a little too hard and fleeting to be the wind. —or if they're hunting something. it's hard to turn your lips into the flattest, most deadpan line possible when you have a muzzle to work with, but damn if he doesn't try.

his ears prickle and his pace slows long enough for him to sense the presence behind him, but he doesn't stop. the last thing he wants to get into is a fight, and while it may be unavoidable given his current state, the least he can do is not be the one to provoke it. that and whoever-it-is might have enough of a brain not to attack something clearly out of their depth; that would be nice.

for now, there's a stream up ahead. he'll see if they follow them to it — that'll set some things straight.]

[arla]

[ She keeps her distance from the large creature as she follows, hoping he won't attach her mount that she has left at the riverside. But he doesn't, instead wandering to the stream on his own, and she is cautious enough to keep her distance while he does so. Her mind is a whirlwind of possibilities, that this might be a creature native to this land or, perhaps, even a god, and what this might mean for her as a person. What is she witnessing?

(Really, once she finds out it's just a fable wolf relaxing in the wood, she'll be both relieved and disappointed that this isn't a true test of her faith.)

But follow she does, always at a distance, and when he comes to the stream she holds herself back, finding a place around one of the trees to stand and watch in reverent awe.]

[silverphobic]

[what's she witnessing? currently, just a very thirsty wolf. Bigby slowly settles down on the edge of the water, dipping his snout into the stream. it's colder than he thought it'd be, but it's a nice relief from all the plodding around he's been doing for the last couple hours. he needs very little to keep him going — a full stomach and a wet muzzle was perfectly sufficient, though he's still working on a way to accomplish the former.

...which would prooooobably not be a wise thing to reveal to his new friend chilling back behind those trees, so. consider his lips sealed.

weighing his options as he takes languid laps from the brook, Bigby realizes two things: one, if they've made it this far and still haven't backed out yet they likely won't anytime soon because they want something; and two, whatever they are it isn't human. in fact, the more he thinks about it, their smell bears more in common with an elf's than any other creature that comes to mind. it's earthy and sweet and speaks of nature, of ozone-charged air before thunderstorms, of grey willows blooming under spring sun and leaves browning in the fall. it's a magical smell. literally.

if it really is an elf, he might not be in as much trouble as he thinks. even so, he needs to play his cards carefully. the last thing he needs is a hex, assuming this is one of the more magically inclined ones. if Nasrin chooses to draw closer, she'll notice that his stance is a little more relaxed, not aggressive at all, but still cautious.]