Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 18, 2016 15:01:21 GMT -5
The faint trill of a whistle echoed through the woods, a pleasant melody playing out that the birds seemed to echo back. The lips that made the sound curled into a smile before pursing once more to continue the sound. It wasn't a bad day, at least, in comparison to the ones back home. Sasha's mind turned back to the normally colder climate of Russia, the sparkling snows and cloudless skies that could adorn any postcard. This place was different. Eventide and the forest the so called Candle Cult operated behind had an enchanting quality much like one you might read of in a fairy tale. The trees here seemed to stretch much farther then normal ones might, their height and the distance over which they spread sometimes still boggling the puppeteers mind. Still, it was always an enjoyable experience to walk through them. Sometimes Sasha wound up right back where he started, other times he found odd homes or landmarks like lakes and clearings. Rarely did he ever get to the infamous "Kynttilä Kartano", or as he'd learned from listening around the cult's little candle shop, Tila. Such a sweet name for the base of such a supposedly horrible group. Her architecture was beautiful the last time he'd seen it. Careful craftsmanship, a determination and devotion to her completion shone in the structure...Sasha's mind wandered even further, re-imagining the manor to the best of his ability.
While he had his own official business to deal with in regards to the cult, Asia's Grand Editor simply couldn't help but take in all the sights he was being offered here. That thought had him thinking then on the other kinds of sights being offered, like the lapochka he seemed to have taken more than a liking to, or the krolick that was bound determined to a wall between them. That had Sasha's whistling breaking off into a laugh, blue eyes crinkling before narrowing slightly. Speaking of sights, he most certainly was seeing one now. Further down there was the faint but tell-tale glow of blue that signified the presence of one of the cultist. Well then, it was a good thing he'd grabbed one of his better shirts today. The bright floral pattern was like a sore thumb in these surroundings, helping to dissuade any suspicion by the implications it gave.
"Excuse me!" Sasha called out, a hand pulling from his pants pocket to curl against his mouth and beard to amplify his voice. "Hello?"
While he had his own official business to deal with in regards to the cult, Asia's Grand Editor simply couldn't help but take in all the sights he was being offered here. That thought had him thinking then on the other kinds of sights being offered, like the lapochka he seemed to have taken more than a liking to, or the krolick that was bound determined to a wall between them. That had Sasha's whistling breaking off into a laugh, blue eyes crinkling before narrowing slightly. Speaking of sights, he most certainly was seeing one now. Further down there was the faint but tell-tale glow of blue that signified the presence of one of the cultist. Well then, it was a good thing he'd grabbed one of his better shirts today. The bright floral pattern was like a sore thumb in these surroundings, helping to dissuade any suspicion by the implications it gave.
"Excuse me!" Sasha called out, a hand pulling from his pants pocket to curl against his mouth and beard to amplify his voice. "Hello?"
[Sasha Zarkhov, GE Asia]