06-22-2017, 03:21 PM
The cover of the clouds and trees ensured that, even as traces of daylight still remained, the ground level had already become pitch dark. Without visual aids, it was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate the landscape. However, the maid was adamant on relying on pure eyesight for as long as circumstances permitted her. Even behind the concealment of trees, using a light source was risky, increasing the potential of discovery by hostile forces. That was not a wager she was easily willing to make, so for the time being, she pressed on as normal.
Once again, for a brief period of time, the incessant rain subsided. After managing to find a small clearing, the servant took another break from her exhausting trip, leaning on a nearby tree. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes thoughtfully. The mask — even though it had been some time since she had examined it, it still persisted in her mind. Tamsin could not explain it, but there was something deeply unsettling about it, even beyond its seemingly troubled history. She could not help but wonder if this was merely Karl Jak's twisted sense of humour, or if there was something more at play.
Opening her blue eyes once more, the maid was intent on resuming her journey, but was met by an unusual sight.
It was a monkey, its dark fur making it barely visible in the evening dusk. This particular monkey also had a rather unusual feature — it possessed three heads. Yet, even with three different sets of eyes and ears at its disposal, it had failed to take notice of the human girl nearby. All three of its heads were focused on a single object — the delicious banana it had been holding with both of its hands. Inevitably, as it proceeded to peel the skin off the fruit, the heads turned towards one another and started screaming, intent on having the treat for themselves. The hands pulled the banana in different directions, threatening to squeeze it into mush through excessive force. As the row intensified and the shouting became louder, the exotic creature ran off into the depths of the trees, not paying the maid any heed as its audible inner argument continued elsewhere.
Dumbstruck, the maid continued to stare at the point where the monkey had stood mere moments ago. Was that creature real? Or had the mask unnerved her to such an extent that she was beginning to experience illusions? Not intent on finding out which was the case, the servant broke into a run, heading southward.
Once again, for a brief period of time, the incessant rain subsided. After managing to find a small clearing, the servant took another break from her exhausting trip, leaning on a nearby tree. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes thoughtfully. The mask — even though it had been some time since she had examined it, it still persisted in her mind. Tamsin could not explain it, but there was something deeply unsettling about it, even beyond its seemingly troubled history. She could not help but wonder if this was merely Karl Jak's twisted sense of humour, or if there was something more at play.
Opening her blue eyes once more, the maid was intent on resuming her journey, but was met by an unusual sight.
It was a monkey, its dark fur making it barely visible in the evening dusk. This particular monkey also had a rather unusual feature — it possessed three heads. Yet, even with three different sets of eyes and ears at its disposal, it had failed to take notice of the human girl nearby. All three of its heads were focused on a single object — the delicious banana it had been holding with both of its hands. Inevitably, as it proceeded to peel the skin off the fruit, the heads turned towards one another and started screaming, intent on having the treat for themselves. The hands pulled the banana in different directions, threatening to squeeze it into mush through excessive force. As the row intensified and the shouting became louder, the exotic creature ran off into the depths of the trees, not paying the maid any heed as its audible inner argument continued elsewhere.
Dumbstruck, the maid continued to stare at the point where the monkey had stood mere moments ago. Was that creature real? Or had the mask unnerved her to such an extent that she was beginning to experience illusions? Not intent on finding out which was the case, the servant broke into a run, heading southward.
Quote:Tamsin moves from B11 to B13.