Adhemar has felt the frigid touch of a spirit surging through him once already, and is not keen to subject himself to the experience againโnot with an audience, at any rate. He steps neatly to the side when the spectre flutters past, but even close proximity to it leaves a stinging coldness lingering in the air, tightening his throat.
His companions falter or offer each other support. Adhemar keeps his eyes fixed on the spirit as it drifts deeper into the woods, cutting a path for them through the trees with its peculiar luminescence. โThey want to be followed,โ he muses aloud quietly.
(The subtle shift in the atmosphere as Detlef moves to comfort Fรญadh gives him a momentโs pause. Something to be examined later, when they are safe within the village walls again.)
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His companions falter or offer each other support. Adhemar keeps his eyes fixed on the spirit as it drifts deeper into the woods, cutting a path for them through the trees with its peculiar luminescence. โThey want to be followed,โ he muses aloud quietly.
(The subtle shift in the atmosphere as Detlef moves to comfort Fรญadh gives him a momentโs pause. Something to be examined later, when they are safe within the village walls again.)