The First Whisper [OPEN]

[Sage]

“What was that?” Sage’s mind sang in confusion, did that plant really try to attack him with a vine. He didn’t think the plant had that kind of capability, the hypnosis was already excellent to make the plant stand out as a predator among other flora, but sentience along with prehensile vines made it something else entirely.

“And me and my big mouth!” he thought bitterly, he was not wrong to want to warn the patrons, if that plant is half as dangerous as it appeared to be then they needed to be told, to be warned. And that was what he did, He let the dancer pull him away from the bar, away from the danger satisfied that those people now had a fighting chance, that ball of light would ensure that it could not hypnotise anyone for a good long time.

“Yeah, bad magic” he agreed, and began to follow the woman earnestly away from the tavern, towards a horse that perked at her approach. Hers, he realised and looked back over his shoulder, half expecting a vined monstrosity to follow after them. He saw nothing, and heard little save the sound of something wooden in the tavern being smashed.

“Time to go” he said with a shuddering breath, partially because of the cold wind that blew across them, and also for his nerves failing him. “Time to really go”

His attention was then brought back to the woman who had saved him from that, whatever that was, as she introduced him to her horse. Moonstrider she called it affectionately, and the mare responded in kind, leaning in to the affection she was being shown. It was rather heart-warming, and under any other circumstances, he’d be gushing over how cute they appeared. The two did wonders to calm him, but he could not forget what was behind them.

“I … She is beautiful” he said honestly, the mare truly was a beautiful creature. It stood tall and proud with powerful limbs rippling as it moved closer to Alina, a cheeky nip at her hair. Was she offering to give him a ride away from here, he did not want to assume but he would be grateful all the same. Getting him out of the tavern was already more than he could have hoped for, but getting away from this town where, that flower was.

He was not sure he would live to see the morning sun if he did not leave the town. He felt embarrassed, again he had somehow blundered into danger and again he needed to be saved. But his shame was outweighed by how grateful he felt at that moment.

“Thank you, for saving me!”