Dolphus gave a courteous tip of his head in reply. The eyes of his opponent seemed to devour the light, glimmers of intent creeping in along the edges and swirling in the darkness. It didn’t last, and the minute it stopped Dolphus redirected his eyes elsewhere.
That’s curious. Not sure why ‘Greylark’ is is the part he feels the need to be snide about, but whatever. Some people just need something to be suspicious of, I suppose.
Dolphus performed an excellent crestfallen expression. “Ah. A pity. Well, I understand your position, and I promise you we shall trouble you as little as possible. We wouldn’t want to keep the Captain and his forces waiting, after all.”
Get past the trees, and then… Arrows. Dolphus frowned internally. Perhaps my plan won’t work after all. We my have to lead them on a bit of a goose chase; there’s no way they’d just let us go back without tailing us… And that’s all assuming this ominous fellow with the endlessly deep eyes is telling us the truth.
If he’s not, we’re either dead right now or we’re about to be in a few minutes. I don’t like other possibility very much. Perhaps there’s a third option where he’s the one who’s dead in a few minutes, and his guard all decide to all run away because they get scared.
…That was sarcasm, me. It’s a joke.
Dolphus delicately sheathed his sword, some of the buzzing returning to his head, an indicator that his adrenaline was running out. “Make it short; we don’t want to try the Captain’s patience.” He blurted at Ari as he turned around and walked past her, the ‘after a fashion’ comment not slipping by him. There’s got to be some kind of way to signal the crew from here. Stupid Ari and her stupid kidnapping brought us both right into an impossible situation; there’s no resources or man-made devices I can take advantage of, and if this fellow really wants to kill us he has the full means to.
Of course, I could gamble on him not truly being aware of the situation, since any kind of arrow barrage would run the risk of us shouting, and I’m not sure he could effectively kill the two of us himself without giving us time to cry for help, but it’s probably not a wise idea to depend on it. There’s got to be something… Perhaps- no, that would be too unsubtle.
He adjusted his collar again, eyeing the treeline to see if any of the guards might happen to be visible. Is he so protective of the northern fleet that he would kill two random people, one in Armada attire, the other a complete stranger, just because they got defensive? Well, SHE did, but he hasn’t heard an obtrusive peep out of Dolphus Greyl-
L-Lark…
…Oh.
OH NO.
Every feather on his alien limb began to rise. The world seem to throw itself away from him in all directions, the surrounding trees accelerating away and stretching off into the distance. The ground beneath his feet felt alien, unnatural. It should be hard, cold. And burning.
The pain of his twisted arm flared in his mind. For a brief moment he was sideways, gravity pulling on the side of his head as the space his father had occupied a moment before now contained no trace of him. With pupils rapidly shrinking, he slowly turned, his eyes dragging him back towards those knowing voids, the intolerable presence of their piercing gaze now a draw, an endless darkness to be sunken into, the world losing its precious hues of warmth and light in their presence.
All youthful energy, or what little remained, had gone from his face. His eyes were sunken now, coldly reflecting a pure and unfiltered terror which emanated off his skin, endlessly reiterating the one indisputable fact which remained after the whole world and all sense of being had fallen away.
He knows.