For Thine Is; Part One

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone outside of the Tower
Setting: outside
Format: any
Summary: You have been transported out of the Tower, and you must return quickly.
Warnings: psychological horror

It's pitch black here, though the ground is made of dirt and the Tower gleaming in the distance provides at least a sign that light exists somewhere. It's completely silent. It feels as if things might jump out at you--but that's probably your imagination.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch notices someone beginning to lag, and he slows his own pace to come to the other's side.*

Are you all right?

[fragileprophet]

[Ion offers a gentle smile up at Enoch.]

Yes...as good as I can be.

[Considering where they seemed to be and what was happening, he couldn't complain.]

I've never been terribly fast, I'm afraid, even in good health.

[Though he was trying to walk as quickly as he could manage, his limitations were certainly showing.]

Thank you for your concern.

[warriorscribe]

Would you like any help? I could carry you on my back for a ways if you need.

*He's had plenty of experience covering long distances on foot, after all. Though he had angelic stamina for much of that.*

[fragileprophet]

[Though he was starting to get used to being carried around, and it indeed was helpful (he would have likely been lost hours ago if it hadn't been for all the help), I'm still couldn't stop himself from feeling bashful at the offers given. Bashful and a bit ashamed.]

That's really very kind of you to offer...but I'd hate to think of inconveniencing you.

[warriorscribe]

It wouldn't be an inconvenience. I'm accustomed to walking distances like this.

[fragileprophet]

[At his words, Ion's countenance softens.]

If you're sure, then I'd be most grateful for the help.

[And to be honest, it really was a relief, even if it was a bit embarrassing to know how often he was being carried.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch would dutifully stop to help Ion up onto his back, then.*

It's the least I could do.