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Dalinar's Best Friend, everyone. Give him a round of applause.
ProfetessaOscura posted a gallery image in Stormlight Archive Art
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Vespyr nodded. "And how will you get their attention? Or are you planning on swimming out to their ship?"
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Janice... "Janice is... within your mind?" Vespyr asked. There were lots of ways people coped with what happened to them. Two people. One mind. "This is unnecessary and foolish," Vespyr decided. "You will interfere with my orders to exacerbate your mental issues." Vespyr shook its head, then spoke from behind the mask. "You will fall if you fight now. You have lost blood. You are powerful, but you are nothing to many. You can become more, but only through the Queen." Oh damn it all. If this teenager -pre-teenager?- got herself killed in a fit of mental issues, Vespyr would be the one who would face the consequence from the queen. But then again... If Trace wasn't allowed this foolishness, she'd probably behave in the most annoying, obnoxious way possible all the journey. "I will fight with you. I will remove you if you act recklessly." Damn it. Was this really devolving to babysitting? Most of Vespyr just wanted to fling the child over one arm and get flying in the right direction. The other part understood. Failing the queen was... unpleasant. There was empathy there. Vespyr would need to work on that later; it was getting in the way.
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"You have feelings for these humans."
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Vespyr was significantly annoyed by this refusal to answer the question. "Then," it said thoughtfully, "I shall sink their ship and fetch you a captive." Vespyr watched for the reaction patiently.
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The creature looked at Trace. "Why?"
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Vespyr shuffled. Really, the air around them seemed restless, and the waves crashed unevenly on the shore. "Do not make me regret this. It will make our journey most unpleasant."
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Vespyr touched down lightly behind Trace, still seeming like a shadow, watching bemused. "Tell me what is happening." Apparently, the ship out ahead was whomever this girl wanted to meet up with. Hell of a coincidence; they almost didn't believe it themselves. The right time, the right place... Did Trace have a tracking device implanted or something?
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Vespyr tilted its head again. "I fail to see the benefit of this. Healing your wounds did not regenerate the lost blood, so far as my understanding can tell."
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Vespyr looked down at the child, body-language unreadable, face masked. "You have two hours until sunrise," Vespyr finally said, "I will accompany you, and we will leave whether or not you complete your task." Vespyr did not wake up Cruz. Vespyr wasn't one to meddle. Still, something Trace had said must have resonated with the stalwart creature, which stood back to let Trace look down the cliffside. How would the girl get back to society? She'd need to step out into open air and fly or have some sort of amazing ability to climb. Vespyr had chosen this location due to how isolated it was, and how it was a perfect natural prison.
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Vespyr hesitated. There was a long moment of silence, and it seemed for a moment that the creature was now just ignoring Trace. Finally, though, it spoke. "I will not let you go unsupervised. If we leave this area and you try anything, he will be trapped with no escape in this place. You would betray his faith by abandoning him here?" There was no condemnation in the low, scratchy voice, despite the words.
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Vespyr twisted its neck to stare at her. "I know of our kind. That boy would kill himself to save you. He should not have illusions that you would do the same for him." Vespyr put an almost friendly hand on Trace's shoulder. "Do not expect me to lie to myself for your sake."
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Vespyr laughed. It was the first time in years. "No."
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Vespyr stood at the mouth of the cave, like a sentinel. It stiffened as Trace approached, but didn't otherwise move. "You should rest."
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@Channelknight Fadran @Knight of Iron Vespyr woke them both the next morning, then herded them to the entrance. The creature gestured at them, as if stepping out into open air from a cliffside was perfectly natural. "Go on," it encouraged, "I don't have all day."
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The knife whispered, "Hello, son..."
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Cruz would see the basic essentials. Food, water, toothbrush. Extra socks. A knife that wailed with the souls of its captured, slain victims. The usual stuff people carried in their handbags.
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There was a change of clothes, a simple shirt and trousers, large, but with drawstrings. Alongside that, there were basic dried rations, a simple fare. It wasn't elaborate, but there was enough for a long trip. Much of it hadn't been touched; Vespyr hadn't wasted time in finding Trace, apparently.
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Vespyr gestured toward the back of the room, at the bags. "There are supplies," it said.
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