[un: sprite bulb] voice;

[bearshermark]

[An aggrieved breath brushes through Eleven's crystal. He sounds tired and annoyed in the moment, as though speaking directly to someone of something]

I'm trying to grow things, here.

For Goddess' sake, I only just planted this patch yesterday.

[He sighs, temper easing, though his voice remains underscored by a thread of tension]

..Has anyone found anything about the dark waters? How to remove them or purify them or.. something. I've been working around them much as I can, but something will surely need to be done to clear it up if this village is going to thrive after we've gone.

[He's going to leave one place better than they found it okay.

..Maybe. Hopefully]

Comments

[bearshermark]

Likely should.

[downswing]

Do not hasten alone.

[bearshermark]

I'm not so reckless as that.

[Anymore.]

[downswing]

The village appears deceptively tranquil.

[bearshermark]

You almost sound worried.

[downswing]

I grasp danger.

[bearshermark]

And invite it.

[He's uh. salty]

[downswing]

He who 'goes wherever the chaos is.'

[bearshermark]

Is that a title you hold?

[downswing]

Perhaps.