He moved with caution across the spongy earth, the soil heavy with Flowerbirth rains as well as the hungry veins of the Stone Symphony that stitched throughout the Greatwood in a vast network of water and life. His steps were sure but only because he paid close attention to where his feet fell. And he kept a wary eye on the twisted trees around them, emerald eyes sharp as he sought the tell-tale glow of a wisp or some other dangerous creature.
No predator revealed itself amidst the spooky shadows of Ludo's Woods, but the glint of metal caught his eye and he moved to investigate what turned out to be a weapon. It was well-made, he noted with professional assessment, but there was no sign of who had wielded it or why it was embedded in the tree's trunk. "Apologies," he murmured to the tree. "Bear with this a moment." He wrapped his hands around the weapon and with a bunch of powerful muscles he pulled it free with a grunt. As soon as it was free he placed a hand upon the skin-like bark and let the moonlit mist rise around him and the tree to heal the wound left behind.
Tucking the axe into his belt thoughtfully, he raised his head to look around for his companions. A flash of black feathers in the distance drew his eye and he shrugged, beginning to trek after Thalassa in obedience to the plan to stay within shouting distance.
Hadama collects the axe, heals the tree, and heads North after Thalassa.
No predator revealed itself amidst the spooky shadows of Ludo's Woods, but the glint of metal caught his eye and he moved to investigate what turned out to be a weapon. It was well-made, he noted with professional assessment, but there was no sign of who had wielded it or why it was embedded in the tree's trunk. "Apologies," he murmured to the tree. "Bear with this a moment." He wrapped his hands around the weapon and with a bunch of powerful muscles he pulled it free with a grunt. As soon as it was free he placed a hand upon the skin-like bark and let the moonlit mist rise around him and the tree to heal the wound left behind.
Tucking the axe into his belt thoughtfully, he raised his head to look around for his companions. A flash of black feathers in the distance drew his eye and he shrugged, beginning to trek after Thalassa in obedience to the plan to stay within shouting distance.
Hadama collects the axe, heals the tree, and heads North after Thalassa.
