"There it is!" Pouch chimes in, and beneath that chipper tone there's a taut urgency. He's moving, a cool breeze past Eddy and Lionel, a chill at Armani's elbow.
He jumps up and slaps the doorway as he passes through, which is probably a fairly familiar gesture, though when Pouch does it, frost explodes from his fingertips, spills like water over the surface, filling every glyph and spreading to the hanging vines beyond. They turn brittle, heavy, crack and fall to the ground as he passes them.
Steam wafts off of Pouch's iridescent form as he steps into the room, just a few paces and then he stops. He bends over to examine something on the floor. After a moment, he makes a soft, dejected sound. "This is as far as they got with my heart?"
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
He jumps up and slaps the doorway as he passes through, which is probably a fairly familiar gesture, though when Pouch does it, frost explodes from his fingertips, spills like water over the surface, filling every glyph and spreading to the hanging vines beyond. They turn brittle, heavy, crack and fall to the ground as he passes them.
Steam wafts off of Pouch's iridescent form as he steps into the room, just a few paces and then he stops. He bends over to examine something on the floor. After a moment, he makes a soft, dejected sound. "This is as far as they got with my heart?"