Almost everything else was prepared. They needed only one last thing before they could begin. And so Hadama had come to the Greatwood to find it, in and amongst his various other duties, responsibilities, tasks, and quests. If he had not been able to teleport and exist on comparatively little sleep he did not know what he would have done.
But no matter. He could move around Caido swiftly enough to be in Torchline in the morning, the Hollowed Grounds in the afternoon, and the Underwater City in the evening. And the next day he could visit the Greatwood in the afternoon, as he had chosen to do today. He moved beneath the branches of the Wildwood on two legs today, having dipped into the Symphony's cooling waters to cross to the island that held the Eyes of Vi. He had not had any luck here before, but luck could change in an instant.
Both for good and for ill.
He had paused near the shoreline to stretch and unpack a small meal that he was eating while standing, surveying the island thoughtfully and trying to mark out a path he had not yet trod while he eat neatly from a bowl of rice, vegetables, and cold, shredded fish. He was easy to spot among the tall, ancient trees; the underbrush was thin here, and there was little animal movement on the ground although the branches surrounding the island rang with the joyous song of many birds.
Zavien
But no matter. He could move around Caido swiftly enough to be in Torchline in the morning, the Hollowed Grounds in the afternoon, and the Underwater City in the evening. And the next day he could visit the Greatwood in the afternoon, as he had chosen to do today. He moved beneath the branches of the Wildwood on two legs today, having dipped into the Symphony's cooling waters to cross to the island that held the Eyes of Vi. He had not had any luck here before, but luck could change in an instant.
Both for good and for ill.
He had paused near the shoreline to stretch and unpack a small meal that he was eating while standing, surveying the island thoughtfully and trying to mark out a path he had not yet trod while he eat neatly from a bowl of rice, vegetables, and cold, shredded fish. He was easy to spot among the tall, ancient trees; the underbrush was thin here, and there was little animal movement on the ground although the branches surrounding the island rang with the joyous song of many birds.
Zavien
