As far as Spock is aware, there should be no seismic activity of any significance, in Darrow, unless caused by mine subsidance, or other related issues. But Vulcan had been a highly active planet, in that regard, and his feet recognize the feeling of a tremor, however indistinct and distant. He sets off toward the epicenter on long, quick legs, easily making his way over the uneven forest floor until he knows he's reached the place he'd been looking for.
He steps out into the clearing slowly, curious, but anxious as a deer as his dark eyes rake over the thick frost covering the surroundings unnaturally, in an almost too-perfect circle. The grass beneath his feet crackles and crushes, sounding more like gravel than anything. Spock finds his explanation when his eyes finally find their stopping point, resting on a familiar, small figure.
How unexpected.
"Cryoseism," he decides, acknowledging her. He would summon more concern, if he weren't aware that she wasn't a normal, living, biological entity. More concern, perhaps, if he also weren't out of his depth, ans caught up in his own wonder. "Kuchiki Rukia. Fascinating."
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Date: 2014-03-17 06:06 pm (UTC)He steps out into the clearing slowly, curious, but anxious as a deer as his dark eyes rake over the thick frost covering the surroundings unnaturally, in an almost too-perfect circle. The grass beneath his feet crackles and crushes, sounding more like gravel than anything. Spock finds his explanation when his eyes finally find their stopping point, resting on a familiar, small figure.
How unexpected.
"Cryoseism," he decides, acknowledging her. He would summon more concern, if he weren't aware that she wasn't a normal, living, biological entity. More concern, perhaps, if he also weren't out of his depth, ans caught up in his own wonder. "Kuchiki Rukia. Fascinating."