Skellig's senses are far more dulled that he would ever care to allow; a by-product of the earlier wandering through the oppressive desert sun, the fight with the bandits, and then their earlier 'escapades' that stretched long through the afternoon and well into the evening. He is tired. But he still hears the door open, the footsteps, and he stirs.
His wings stretch instinctively as he yawns, turning to look--
his wings stretch
--and he is suddenly fully awake, but he does not outwardly panic or attempt to flee. He makes eye contact with the old woman, and holds her gaze. In that moment, the fact that the amulet that was around his neck earlier is no longer is a glaring alarm to his senses.
Skellig swallows hard. And then reverently, respectfully, bows his head to her.
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Date: 2024-03-28 12:41 am (UTC)His wings stretch instinctively as he yawns, turning to look--
his wings stretch
--and he is suddenly fully awake, but he does not outwardly panic or attempt to flee. He makes eye contact with the old woman, and holds her gaze. In that moment, the fact that the amulet that was around his neck earlier is no longer is a glaring alarm to his senses.
Skellig swallows hard. And then reverently, respectfully, bows his head to her.