[ He's not comfortable with the idea of Arthur asleep while a member of the Fae are snooping around, but he doesn't know how to wake the other man without necessarily drawing too much attention. Plus, he doesn't know where the mysterious woman is, what with her voice coming from all around their little camp.
His geist has settled around his shoulders, her distress coming out in soft hisses that only he can hear. She's more visible now, a wisp of smoke solidifying into something akin to a shawl. The movement jolts half-wilted petals from her ghostly hair, falling to the ground and shriveling into nothing.
Josh chooses his words carefully. The last thing he wants to do is give offense. At the risk that this is one of the Gentry, it'll do him and Arthur no good to get on the speaker's bad side. ]
My title holds on bearing in this realm, Lady. I offer my apologies for any offense caused. [ He holds his ground, squares his shoulders. ] In the Lands of the Dead I am known as Jack's Lantern. I am a guide for the lost and the lonely departed who fear the Upper Reaches, but require passage towards rivers manned by The Ferryman's ilk.
My friend and I have come to Arcadia in search for a loved one. He came to me seeking closure with her ghost, only to find that he had been deceived of her death.
[ He ends his speech there. He hopes it's enough that the voice won't ask for specifics. If there was one thing Fox told him to avoid, it was talking too much.
This isn't your wheelhouse, hoss. Best not to divulge secrets or information you don't want the Fae using against you. ]
no subject
His geist has settled around his shoulders, her distress coming out in soft hisses that only he can hear. She's more visible now, a wisp of smoke solidifying into something akin to a shawl. The movement jolts half-wilted petals from her ghostly hair, falling to the ground and shriveling into nothing.
Josh chooses his words carefully. The last thing he wants to do is give offense. At the risk that this is one of the Gentry, it'll do him and Arthur no good to get on the speaker's bad side. ]
My title holds on bearing in this realm, Lady. I offer my apologies for any offense caused. [ He holds his ground, squares his shoulders. ] In the Lands of the Dead I am known as Jack's Lantern. I am a guide for the lost and the lonely departed who fear the Upper Reaches, but require passage towards rivers manned by The Ferryman's ilk.
My friend and I have come to Arcadia in search for a loved one. He came to me seeking closure with her ghost, only to find that he had been deceived of her death.
[ He ends his speech there. He hopes it's enough that the voice won't ask for specifics. If there was one thing Fox told him to avoid, it was talking too much.
This isn't your wheelhouse, hoss. Best not to divulge secrets or information you don't want the Fae using against you. ]