[It’s been easy to forget that in the midst of the constant task of scavenger hunts for world shards, a few of Zenith’s number already had another task assigned to them. One that surely wouldn’t take much time at all to see through, at least as far as Gavial understood it. How hard could it be to find someone and give ‘em a poke with a stick, right? Which is precisely why it hadn’t weighed heavily in her thoughts as she hopped from world to world, seeing the sights and indulging the latest Oracle in this lengthy trial.
At least until it finally dawns on her during another chance encounter with one of her partners in crime in this endeavor that they had seen a lot of worlds at this point. The sand in the proverbial hourglass could be running out before long, and they still had a job to get done.
There’s no lengthy strategizing on their part today. Some of Meridian’s number would be easier to coerce into this sort of thing, and others would put up much more of a fight. Gavial isn’t known for being much of a pal to the concept of discretion—and thus the idea of fighting it out over this is hardly much of a road bump in her mind—but even she could understand that doing this the easier way while they’re all stuck in this ever-shifting Oracle’s playground would be the smarter option. And yet with the clock ticking down, they don’t have the luxury of being picky. They’ll seek out the first recognizably Meridian Shard-bearer they can find, corner them, and get this done.
Simple, right?
It’s what leads Gavial and Amos on their current path, following at a distance from a woman recognized in passing. Gavial’s fingers tap an impatient rhythm against the leather-wrapped handle of the metal rod tucked through a loop on her belt. She’s raring to rush in, but closing that gap in distance more would be the smarter call. Though when their quarry ducks into an alley along the road with ease and familiarity, she’s realizing they need to step it up.
Amos gets a nudge with an elbow as she puts more speed into her step, and in a low voice:]
Gotta make this quick before we can lose sight of her…
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At least until it finally dawns on her during another chance encounter with one of her partners in crime in this endeavor that they had seen a lot of worlds at this point. The sand in the proverbial hourglass could be running out before long, and they still had a job to get done.
There’s no lengthy strategizing on their part today. Some of Meridian’s number would be easier to coerce into this sort of thing, and others would put up much more of a fight. Gavial isn’t known for being much of a pal to the concept of discretion—and thus the idea of fighting it out over this is hardly much of a road bump in her mind—but even she could understand that doing this the easier way while they’re all stuck in this ever-shifting Oracle’s playground would be the smarter option. And yet with the clock ticking down, they don’t have the luxury of being picky. They’ll seek out the first recognizably Meridian Shard-bearer they can find, corner them, and get this done.
Simple, right?
It’s what leads Gavial and Amos on their current path, following at a distance from a woman recognized in passing. Gavial’s fingers tap an impatient rhythm against the leather-wrapped handle of the metal rod tucked through a loop on her belt. She’s raring to rush in, but closing that gap in distance more would be the smarter call. Though when their quarry ducks into an alley along the road with ease and familiarity, she’s realizing they need to step it up.
Amos gets a nudge with an elbow as she puts more speed into her step, and in a low voice:]
Gotta make this quick before we can lose sight of her…