[ closed ] dusk dropped her starry gown

[gramarye]

Who: Ilde Decima and Wolfgang Einhorn
What: A fairy and a witch investigate the river.
Where: The Gross Tar by Echomire
When: Givdi afternoon
Warnings: Creepy spooky stuff, violence, human death, animal death. TWs for discussion of suicide, sexual assault/rape.

Despite having slept upwards of ten hours, Wolfgang does not feel rested when he leaves the house. He is at least dressed for the occasion this time in shorts with his hair pulled back neatly out of his face, figuring he is probably going to get wet. Doing this in the middle of the afternoon does not make anyone any safer, but it will hopefully make it less awful than the last time he ran off to go chase something that felt wrong in the middle of the night in a creepy abandoned amusement park.

He likes to blame Baedal for this, but honestly, this is what he did back home, too.

He arrives roughly at three, sidling up to the bank of the river, figuring Ilde will be easy to spot. Then again, so is he. While he walks up, he's opening his senses, trying to see if he can feel anything off, and the closer he gets to this part of the river, the more he feels it. The cold. He frowns down at the water, his brow furrowed as he tries to sort through what that might mean. He won't jump to any conclusions, but Ilde mentioned an awareness, and he's inclined to believe her.

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[rhinemaid]

When he gets back to the river, Ilde is there waiting for him - having cleaned herself up a bit, or at least having convincingly pretended to, and having sent a text to Ivan not to expect her for a while. Which is apparently what 'telling someone what she's up to' means when it's at home, because it certainly doesn't involve 'mention the fact she might be conspiring to murder someone'. The word she has in mind is 'closure', but the image is of rain, and it doesn't involve talking it out.

“Did you get it?” she asks, one hand clutching the other elbow, one hand by her thigh, looking up towards him as he comes down.