[ He flips another distracted wave at Esquie and flees the caves— only to run headlong into the Gestral guarding the door again.
Today is just getting better and better.
But he can't stop, no matter how terrible he feels, so he stammers apologies as he backs toward the exit, half-finished sentences tumbling over one another even as he's leaving. Once outside, he glances in the direction of the camp, but decides against it; he'd already lingered too long, and he remembers how quickly Verso could move, grappling away over the rooftops of Lumiere. No: if he's going to find the man, he's going to have to do it now.
But how? He spends a fruitless while searching around the rocks and cliffs that make up the area outside Esquie's nest, but he's not a tracker. If someone has been here, he can't find any signs amid the gravel and windswept grass and bare rock faces.
Gustave pauses, looks around, studying the area thoughtfully. The nest isn't the only thing up here: there are cliffs and caves aplenty, some of which they haven't yet explored. His glance finds a glimmer of metal: a climbing handhold set into the side of one cliff face, leading upward.
...It's a terrible, half-baked idea. But if nothing else, he'll be able to get a better look at the surrounding area from higher up, no? He's moving forward before the thought even finishes, reaching for the first hold and leveraging himself up, jaw set and determined.
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Date: 2025-06-02 06:40 pm (UTC)Today is just getting better and better.
But he can't stop, no matter how terrible he feels, so he stammers apologies as he backs toward the exit, half-finished sentences tumbling over one another even as he's leaving. Once outside, he glances in the direction of the camp, but decides against it; he'd already lingered too long, and he remembers how quickly Verso could move, grappling away over the rooftops of Lumiere. No: if he's going to find the man, he's going to have to do it now.
But how? He spends a fruitless while searching around the rocks and cliffs that make up the area outside Esquie's nest, but he's not a tracker. If someone has been here, he can't find any signs amid the gravel and windswept grass and bare rock faces.
Gustave pauses, looks around, studying the area thoughtfully. The nest isn't the only thing up here: there are cliffs and caves aplenty, some of which they haven't yet explored. His glance finds a glimmer of metal: a climbing handhold set into the side of one cliff face, leading upward.
...It's a terrible, half-baked idea. But if nothing else, he'll be able to get a better look at the surrounding area from higher up, no? He's moving forward before the thought even finishes, reaching for the first hold and leveraging himself up, jaw set and determined.
He let go last time. Not again. ]