A Holy Journey (Open)
Samuel Wordsworth
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Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

Sam had been anxious to follow The Voice's instruction and explore the Greatwood for a magnitude of reasons. Firstly, his normal and constant fear of anything new, of change and the unknown. Secondly, he knew the Fae were not fond of humans and especially not Ascended. And third, he was terrible with directions.

But she had asked, and he was trying his best to be a good disciple. So invisible for the majority of his journey, he wandered into the woods. He set off in the night time so he didn't have to worry about sun, a large bag of supplies that he didn't really need that much on his back. He had taken care to wrap anything that might make a noise in several layers of cloth so he wouldn't make a noise as he crept through the forest.

Eventually he began to hear the babbling sound of a river nearby, and came out by the Stonesong. It was as good a place as any to stop for the day, he supposed. Choosing a tree just off the edge of the bank, he took a blanket from his bag and hung it between two blankets, creating a little shade for himself to stay in. He still had an hour or so before daylight, so he headed to the shore and knelt down, looking at the colourful stones lapped up in the water.

In his curiosity, his invisibility faltered a little; to an observer it would look almost as if a ghost was at the bank of the river, Sam's appearance lightly translucent.
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Vynter
The river had been a place of solace these past couple of days. The heat was something he struggled to cope with, especially with having to wear clothes that didn't fit and irritated his skin. He would need to find more, but he didn't know where to begin looking. So he suffered in silence, simply because he had better things to do than sit and worry about feeling uncomfortable. For example, exploring this new world and seeing what things he could find. Perhaps he could find answers as to how he came here and how his form changed the way it did.

But right now his main focus was cooling off, and the best way to do this he found was to take a dip in the river. Stripping down to just a loincloth (were they called boxers? he couldn't remember), he dipped his toes in the cool depths. It was refreshing, and without another thought he was talking deeper to soak his skin in as much of the water as he could. Due to his taller stature, this wasn't the easiest task to achieve, and after awhile he simply crouched down and sat cross-legged in the center. The current was a little stronger for his liking, but not enough to send him toppling, and in this position his head was still able to sit comfortable above the surface.

Despite the occasional ripple splashing water on his face, he was content, and was about to relax and enjoy the sunshine until a flicker to his left caught his attention. Piercing blue eyes instantly turned in that direction, to find a figure that shifted in and out of reality. Curiosity instantly sent him standing up, water rippling off his slightly toned torso as he immediately made his way over. It was the blanket cast over two branches that had him believing someone was around, even if that momentary flash had been his imagination. Head tilted innocently, his eyes searched the shoreline beside the makeshift camp before he decided to make his way around it.

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Hazel Talvathar


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She spends a good amount of time travelling the Stonesong. The river’s glittering span extends deep into the Greatwood, branching out into smaller courses which wind away into the Wildwood and beyond. The banks offer a wide variety of material and food (not, of course anything that breathes), and Hazel takes advantage of this bounty.

Today she has wandered further than she might’ve usually, made easier with a beetle mount to ride, and the weakling Fae finds herself alighting where a treasure-trove of gemstones lie buried underfoot; like they have, untouched, for the centuries her kin have called the forest home.

There are traces of disturbance. Earth turned weakly by the hand - by hands that don’t belong.Her shrewd eye can see this, and thought of not-Fae thieving from her world is upsetting.

She searches between baskets on the beetle’s cold, shelled back for her walking stick and then turns upon it to amble nearer to the water. “Wait please,” her soft, girlish voice directs Mordo.

There is movement in the water and green eyes dart towards it, followed by the cool complexion of her face; fire lit hair, braided and knotted into dreadlocks, flashing across one shoulder. The hand still free lifts to draw the great cloak around her, nearer, deeper.

A man, skin like clean snow, emerges from the tide.

Hazel is shy, nervous and hesitates where she stands (distant enough, and small, so that she might not be noticed). Her eyes retire once, twice, but seem always drawn back to the enormous image of the intruder as he climbs his way ashore. What is he? She finds herself wondering, curious - and disturbed by that fact.

The Fae does not know that there are two; that one stands near enough for concern.
Samuel Wordsworth
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Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

Sam at first did not notice either of the people approaching his makeshift camp. Too absorbed by the stones and the fact that he was actually here, doing what The Voice had asked...

A sound of splashing water made him lift his head, looking towards Vynter. He jumped as he saw a nearly naked man appearing seemingly from nowhere (ironic, since he was the invisible one) and walk towards him. Reflexively, he turned himself back to being entirely invisible, or at least as much as he could be. In this unfamiliar place, he felt even more vulnerable than usual.

He watched as the man walked past him and towards his things. As soon as Vynter passed him Sam made himself visible and stood, following slowly and quietly, worried for his possessions. Truthfully, he knew it was unlikely someone would want to steal a diary and a few sets of clothes, but paranoia as always set in. He did not know he was revealing himself to the Fae in turn by hiding himself from Vynter.
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VYNTER
He thought he heard a voice behind him, but ignored it in favor of the campsite before him. After his once around he stood too his full height, head tilted to examine it once more. He turned to find a shorter man with fiery red hair behind him, causing his eyes to momentarily widen in surprise. He took a half-step back, before waiting to see what he might do. Was this campsite? Where did he come from? How did he appear so quickly? His hand found its way to his bare chest, and this is when he realized he was nearly naked. Although he didn't really care, most strangers did, and so he began to look for his garments.

Crossing the stream to where they were he found another standing in the distance, a small and petite thing that seemed uncertain of her approach. Was this girl a child? Where were her parents at, and why would they leave her alone? He didn't hesitate to approach her, kneeling down to come off as less intimidating as his clothes and the previous man were forgotten. Resting his hind end on his calves he studied her, searching her beautiful green eyes for answers. Should he ask if she was lost, needing to find a way home?

Maybe she was simply exploring and knew just where she was. If anything she probably know more about this place than she did. So then if she wasn't lost, what was she doing here? How could he communicate want he wanted to ask when he didn't know where to begin? During his struggle to find the right words he continued to stare at her with his intense icy eyes.
Hazel Talvathar


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Hazel is no stranger to the strange-looking folk who dwell beyond her sacred homeland, she has after all spoken with a few (Lily, Jigano and Arduinna’s Ianto). The sight of the alien’s ghostly skin, however, so unlike the soft golden-olive she is accustomed to (and so much of it!), draws upward a crude sort of curiosity that she barely knew existed.

Where she stands, still, unwilling to break the barrier of distance between them, the Fae-girl watches him emerge fully, modesty kept only by a leaf of fabric; then he sees her and soft cheeks blush hot, red, before she turns her face visibly towards the makeshift campsite which had been the target of his focus moments before.

Why does he stare so?

Though lowered, as seems to be the tradition of his kind, there is an undeniably intimidating enormousness to him, that she can’t quickly overlook.

It is while her eyes are averted away, that a flicker of light, maybe movement, on the shoreline strikes her own interest. There is no animal to be seen, no bird to shed a feather or wind enough even to scatter the leaves; her kind notice these things easily, they are as much a part of this forest and this forest is apart of them.

Hazel is torn and shifts uncomfortably, drawing into her cloak a little further.

“Hello?” For the slightest of moments she thinks she can trace the outline of another human silhouette, not-Fae, but like a mirage, the line wavers and she questions herself. And then it seems to turn; she is surer about what she has seen now. “Why are you hiding?” the child asks warily.
Samuel Wordsworth
Book maker/seller

Age: 34 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

The man and the Fae stared at each other, unmoving, as if having a conversation just between their eyes; Sam wondered if they were. But then the Fae girl (who seemed young, but he could not be sure, not understanding how the Fae aged; The Voice appeared as a child after all but was not childish) turned to him. How had she seen him? He tried to stay as still as he could, but he couldn't ignore her outright speaking to him.

Improvising in a second, he made himself slightly more visible then spoke: "I...I'm a ghost, that's why. I'm not used to seeing the living." Whether or not they'd actually believe him was another matter entirely, but it was probably better than admitting to being an Ascended in the Greatwood to a Fae.


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