Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
Rance had been happy to leave the Greatwood behind when Maea led him out of it. The mysterious and dangerous forest probably held no more secrets than the forest he had left behind in his own world, inhabited by Hidden and spirits as it had been. However, Rance didn’t know the secrets of these woods, didn’t know what creatures or Fae he might accidentally insult or harm by taking the wrong path. The very trees moved against strangers, like some sort of Sidhe trick. No, better to be in the Hollowed Grounds, where he could at least somewhat predict what might be coming at him, even if would be a while before he got used to humans treating magic as common place.
No long after his arrival and subsequent departure from the Greatwood, however, Rance found curiosity drawing him back. He’d heard rumors of waters that told the future, or held snippets of fate beneath their surface. While Rance didn’t regularly believe in either fate or the ability to predict events to come, this time the idea tugged at him. He’d felt uncommonly lost since landing on Caido. Getting a job with Sunjata helped, as did spending time in the Atheneum, but with everything familiar ripped out from under him, he was, perhaps, a little desperate for the hope of something solid to cling to. A branch to perch on in the storm.
So, after a heavy rain, he went seeking puddles. He flew to the Greatwood this time, skipping the arduous trip of getting lost the second he entered the forest by not walking into it at all. Even then, he didn’t dare stray too far, not wanting to get lost for another three days. It was near the banks of the Stonesong, that great river Maea had pointed out, that Rance found a scattering of small pools. Barely even that, just dips between clusters of tree roots that had filled with the water dripping from the trees above. He could hear waters rushing as he landed and transformed into human form, the river visible beyond the tree line.
No long after his arrival and subsequent departure from the Greatwood, however, Rance found curiosity drawing him back. He’d heard rumors of waters that told the future, or held snippets of fate beneath their surface. While Rance didn’t regularly believe in either fate or the ability to predict events to come, this time the idea tugged at him. He’d felt uncommonly lost since landing on Caido. Getting a job with Sunjata helped, as did spending time in the Atheneum, but with everything familiar ripped out from under him, he was, perhaps, a little desperate for the hope of something solid to cling to. A branch to perch on in the storm.
So, after a heavy rain, he went seeking puddles. He flew to the Greatwood this time, skipping the arduous trip of getting lost the second he entered the forest by not walking into it at all. Even then, he didn’t dare stray too far, not wanting to get lost for another three days. It was near the banks of the Stonesong, that great river Maea had pointed out, that Rance found a scattering of small pools. Barely even that, just dips between clusters of tree roots that had filled with the water dripping from the trees above. He could hear waters rushing as he landed and transformed into human form, the river visible beyond the tree line.
