till sundown - open; creeping sand

[VASS .]

Vaas remembers Dovah before the injury, bright and aloof: naive in a way that Vaas doesn't remember being. It was sort of wistful to watch out for him, like a little brother almost, even if most of Vaas' memories of family were fake, the family here in the glades was so easy, so much more real in consideration to his own: like a bad dream waking from. Vaas felt partial responsibility for Dovah's injuries. Quasar's temper was just as bad as his- if not worse. And Vaas encouraged it, there was nothing wrong with anger, but there was a time to control it. With the powers they both held they needed to control it, that anger. Channel it into something, maybe not tame, never tame, but something you controlled rather than let yourself be controlled by.

When the Medicus legionis stalked along the beaches, wrapping up a patrol that he had set to more to find any stop to the frost or a place where spider webs could be collected when he spotted the trio. A budding group already, a low rolling current of amusement in the Tiger's frame only jumped when he spotted the current predicament. "shh, anna, breathe in deep. There ain't no need to panic, s' just sand." Vaas' voice tried to sooth, casting an amused grin towards foamkit's own words. The amusement still lingered as he stepped up towards rhinestonestar, a mutterings of a hello towards the other as he regarded the situation. Creepings sand hmm?

"it does no one any good to panic about it. You got stuck, let me see what i can do." Elemental were mostly emotional based until there was enough control- awareness of it. SO getting him to relax even in his own grips was first, and if it wasn't elemental? well- vaas remembers his own youth, setting quicksand traps by making mud of sand. Draining the water out of the sand until it became easy to move through wouldn't be a hassle.

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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