[DROP] catch them if you can

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

Liam wasn't, as it happened, a part of the rumor mill, but he was becoming an avid explorer, at least of his new home region. Being new to the Greatwood, he'd taken to wandering its regions each day, familiarizing himself with new territory that he might, for all he knew, one day be called to protect. He had promised Phoebe his aid, should it ever be needed, after all, and in order to be helpful, it would be useful for him to have a working knowledge of the region.

Normally his meanderings were undertaken alone, and he enjoyed the solitude. Today, however, such was not the case. As he closed in on the Wildwood, he realized that there were several people about - none of whom he knew. Still, they seemed to be on the hunt for something - will-o-wisps, by the look of it - and upon seeing some nets, Liam shrugged to himself, grabbed one, and joined in the activities. Surely it couldn't hurt to try to figure out what was going on?

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam