THIS IS JUST A PSL NOW I GUESS;

[fossick]

(( used the wrong method with the wrong technique ))

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[luciole]

[The scent of flowers and the chill of the forest settles around them. Lucinda takes it as her cue to draw back from Weir. Her eyes are dry though the streaks of tears are still visible. The medium glances around to make sure there is no more bamboo, no more basement.]

... It looks like I'm welcome now.

[Her voice is slowly becoming serene again.]

Rather belated but it's better than the alternative.

[fossick]

I suppose you are.

["Welcome."

Immediately, Weir drops his arm. Though he has enough sense not to step away unless the forest decides that is yet one more sudden rejection of her presence.

He should feel relieved, and for a moment, he does. But in the next, he can only experience the onslaught of trepidation and utter exasperation, knowing that he really has stumbled across a complication in the form of a world-hopping medium deposited on his proverbial doorstep.

What is he going to do with her?]

...We should return to town, then. Unless you've still a mind to collect herbs and mushrooms after all that.

[he sure ain't]

[luciole]

[Lucy still has hope that River or the other espers will try to find her even if they have to rely on magickind to get her back. At least the former would fight tooth and nail for her to be alright. But she tells herself to be patient and to keep surviving.

At Weir's question, she glances back at him. Smiles placidly.]

Let's go back. We'll try again and be better prepared.

[And she can just fall asleep early because god she kind of wants to sleep and not wake up for a long while.]

[fossick]

Then keep close enough that this forest won't change its mind.

[And he means it, even as he stalks ahead with long, striding gaits. He's still wary, and his hackles are raised from what just happened; it was hardly his memory and he feels as though he could do with a moment to himself to decompress.

A drink would probably not go amiss right about now.

To say that the atmosphere woven between them won't be awkward is a bald-faced lie, and Weir's silence doesn't help as they make their way back to the main path. Eventually, though-]

What I said about proving yourself. I was serious about that, you know.

[luciole]

𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰.

𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶?

𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰.

[Lucinda hushes her friends and they fall silent once again. She can think about what this all means tomorrow.]

You are not the joking type. I know you are serious Weir.

We'll just have to see.

[fossick]

We will.

[One way or another.

They find the main path, but Weir has little more to say about that. It's back to the village and, eventually, back to his lodgings, to think about all that's transpired thus far — and how he might proceed.]