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The one they called Ros had attempted to quit the scene, and Tilney didn't quite blame her. He felt utterly useless standing there above Mauja, and felt like there was naught else for him to do than to stare and wish he could help. They needed to get him out, that much was clear but how. Apparently, the speckled emissary was not the only helpless soul on this mountain, but every man and woman flung out to rescue him too. And so Tilney did what he thought his only talent was - he could try to comfort the herd's sunken treasure who he could only assume was in an agonizing bout of pain and terror. "Keep breathing" the doctor bellowed "It can't get any worse..." With the mention of rope, Tilney twisted his lips over his teeth and shook his crown "I don't think we have any rope" He spoke along with the Sparklight, gaze looking to hers and the twitch of a smile forming and wishing now was the appropriate time to call a jinx. "Also, we must be very careful not to disturb the glacier; It could tumble down on him, cause an avalanche even and he would not be the only one trapped beneath the ice, otherwise I would suggest trying to melt or chip away a big enough area for him to escape" was the doctors musings, glancing to his lantern alight with fire and the antlers they rested upon. Not a blink later the mother had appeared; he had turned to look over his shoulder, perhaps for anything that could aid them and then the second his eyes returned to the group they were cast upon the Moon Goddess herself. Bowing his crown, Tilney decided against speaking at this moment as he knew it was her, mother moon who they needed most. She needed to take charge and help them. Their king adressed her, that magnificent dark woman, and so did Erthë. The white girls slantish remark nearly caused Tilneys eyes to rol back into his skull, though the safely stayed in place with his brows narrowing on the apprentices own icicle gaze. "Erthë" He spoke her name with a scold as if she were his own young. "We may still need your help, Philosopher" He reminded the white one of her title, her rank, her place. She came all this way to help, and she would. |
note to everyone; I asked neo to skip me last round bc Tilney would have just stood there heavy breathing lmao!
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