I doubt there’s anything worth seeing, she says, and Ruhr does not disagree. To see anything at all would be of more value to him than anything she might gain from knowing her future, but he is too tired to attempt to convince her. He only waits, hoping that the apprehension in her voice (his eyes are too aged to see if it’s also on her face) means she’s still considering his offer regardless of her spoken hesitation.
He is rewarded with a voice hardly about a whisper, so soft that the time-softened cartilage of his drooping ears barely register it. Should he have heard it, he wonders, or had She made sure he had?
Ruhr lifts his eyes to where She hovers, round and full above the horizon.
“Is there water nearby?” he asks, slowly lowering his filmy eyes to where the other stands. It is hard to make out the details, even were he not so freshly dazzled by Her brightness. How well will he even see the vision, Ruhr wonders. Will She make it clear for him the way she’d let him hear all that Narya had said?
He does not let himself wonder if the vision will come at all. She will not refuse him this, he repeats as he raises his feathered head, breathing deeply of the warm summer air. Ruhr begins to cough, the inhale too much for his weary lungs, but it eventually settles into a rough clearing of his throat.
“Water?” He repeats. Whether it’s a new request to soothe his chest or a repeat of his earlier inquiry for divination assistance isn’t entirely clear, but the tilt of his birdlike head is intensely curious.
@Narya
He is rewarded with a voice hardly about a whisper, so soft that the time-softened cartilage of his drooping ears barely register it. Should he have heard it, he wonders, or had She made sure he had?
Ruhr lifts his eyes to where She hovers, round and full above the horizon.
“Is there water nearby?” he asks, slowly lowering his filmy eyes to where the other stands. It is hard to make out the details, even were he not so freshly dazzled by Her brightness. How well will he even see the vision, Ruhr wonders. Will She make it clear for him the way she’d let him hear all that Narya had said?
He does not let himself wonder if the vision will come at all. She will not refuse him this, he repeats as he raises his feathered head, breathing deeply of the warm summer air. Ruhr begins to cough, the inhale too much for his weary lungs, but it eventually settles into a rough clearing of his throat.
“Water?” He repeats. Whether it’s a new request to soothe his chest or a repeat of his earlier inquiry for divination assistance isn’t entirely clear, but the tilt of his birdlike head is intensely curious.
@Narya