Only a Look and a Voice

Samuel

The woods were perhaps less confusing than they had once been, the arguments with the Fae clearing a way to Sidhe and to some parts of the forest, but Sam had never been good at directions in the first place. As much as he was discovering new things, trying as hard as he could to be attentive and on his best behaviour for the job he had been given, he had gotten lost a few times.

He was looking for the Mathair, but no one could tell him where to look. 'It's hard to find' was the most he could get, which was not very helpful. Going by night, invisible and quietly stepping to avoid leaves, he was doing well at being silent but not very well at exploring effectively. Even with his night vision, eventually all the trees looked the same and he got into messy loops.

When he was spat back out at what was undoubtedly the Outskirts of the Hollowed Grounds he sighed heavily and pressed a hand to his head, wondering if it would have been wise to ask The Voice for some kind of internal map. At least he could sleep here for the night and be safe, if he hid his things and stayed by a wall invisible.

He headed up to the nearest tree, placed his bag behind it. He was about to sit down and get ready for a rest (which no, he didn't technically need, but it helped him feel less frazzled) when he caught sight of a figure nearby. At first he thought it was one of Zariah's guards and nearly hurt himself with how quickly he got up, then he saw the outline of familiar hair and shoulders...

"...Remi?" He asked out into the Outskirts, not considering his voice would seem to come from nowhere.

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject