14th of Winter 500AV After the effort of upheaval of soulmist Iro punched from her gut, Hex rested for what seemed like days and in fact, three days had gone by without so much as a word from Iro. The ghost had moseyed around their camp, leaving several times and coming back hours later. She could not have cared what he was doing, but on the third day when he showed up with a bow and quiver full of arrows, her stomach began to turn in anticipation of what her next feat for the ghost would be. Would he have her kill her uncle this way? She lay on her side and looked up at the materialized ghost in front of her. He showed more of himself with such an ample supply of soulmist. Hex made a sign with her hands when she caught his eye, a sign that said What is all this? How did you get that here?. To which he merely smirked. But he was no magician. He had snuck into a hunting camp in the middle of the night and stolen it. Dirty thief. She spoke out loud to him this time, sitting up and breathing the hot desert air, “What will you have me do now ghost?”. “Hunt.” He said, dropping the equipment at her feet. |