He wasn't sure what kept drawing him back to the glade. Was it that the memories of time spent in similar forests with friends and lovers that brought him to the picturesque grove? He doubted it, all of those memories held now were reminders of dead loved ones. Could it be the need for interaction with his fellow man? Not likely, he did his best to keep his distance from others, if you didn't have friends or family to begin with then you never had to worry about losing them, nor did you have to mourn when you eventually did.
Still, his soul seemed drawn to this place like a moth to a flame and it wasn't long before he was trotting silently between the trees, eyes flicking warily from side to side, nerves tensed despite the idyllic surroundings. He wore his he guessed now signature garb despite the warmer temperature. Others might have found themselves sweating underneath the heavy cloak, yet Kaladin felt perfectly comfortable. Perhaps his blood really had run cold with his new demeanor.
He heard the sniffling before he saw the young woman, a sheet of golden hair slightly disheveled, probably from some sort of exertion. She wasn't crying exactly but Kaladin could hear it trying to bubble up from her chest. It did't appear as if she had seen him yet and he had begun to walk away slowly. It was none of his business as to what was wrong with the girl, not his business nor his problem. Yet, as he slowly made his way away from the spot thatPhoebe stood at, he seemed to hear the faint tut of Violet's voice. He closed his eyes hoping to chase the phantom away but in his minds eye he only saw the disapproving stare of Cailain, stare so intense it seemed as though she was actually yelling at him to go and see what was wrong with the girl. "It isn't my problem, I don't even know her." he muttered to her and the look got impossibly more disapproving and Violet's light airy voice started to chastise him. "The Kaladin we knew wouldn't have left a poor girl crying in the middle of the woods."
"The Kaladin you knew is dead, he died when that bitch took you away from me, took you both away. Took the chance at seeing my children grow up. I'm not that man anymore Vi." he growled, his voice low and raw with pain. The tutting came again and Cailain continued to stare at him. He groaned in frustration "Fine!" he snapped and the two phantoms dissipated as he made his way back to Phoebe. "Young women shouldn't be out in the forests alone, even the pretty ones hold a lot of danger." his voice was gruff, and probably much to harsh. His multicolored eyes glinted like flint underneath his tricorn hat. "You should head back to one of those settlements before something happens to you." Cailains slightly huskier voice tickled in his ear and he sighed again. " I can escort you back if you'd like."
Still, his soul seemed drawn to this place like a moth to a flame and it wasn't long before he was trotting silently between the trees, eyes flicking warily from side to side, nerves tensed despite the idyllic surroundings. He wore his he guessed now signature garb despite the warmer temperature. Others might have found themselves sweating underneath the heavy cloak, yet Kaladin felt perfectly comfortable. Perhaps his blood really had run cold with his new demeanor.
He heard the sniffling before he saw the young woman, a sheet of golden hair slightly disheveled, probably from some sort of exertion. She wasn't crying exactly but Kaladin could hear it trying to bubble up from her chest. It did't appear as if she had seen him yet and he had begun to walk away slowly. It was none of his business as to what was wrong with the girl, not his business nor his problem. Yet, as he slowly made his way away from the spot that
"The Kaladin you knew is dead, he died when that bitch took you away from me, took you both away. Took the chance at seeing my children grow up. I'm not that man anymore Vi." he growled, his voice low and raw with pain. The tutting came again and Cailain continued to stare at him. He groaned in frustration "Fine!" he snapped and the two phantoms dissipated as he made his way back to Phoebe. "Young women shouldn't be out in the forests alone, even the pretty ones hold a lot of danger." his voice was gruff, and probably much to harsh. His multicolored eyes glinted like flint underneath his tricorn hat. "You should head back to one of those settlements before something happens to you." Cailains slightly huskier voice tickled in his ear and he sighed again. " I can escort you back if you'd like."
