It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
The smile did appear then, at her claim of pretty, and too many trees. “Overwhelming?” He conjured, recalling all the times he’d entered – tracing back over foundations, trying to find abducted brethren, a call of spirits and orbs in the distance. There’d been remarkable things too, not so shattered or bizarre; but it took time, patience, and composure to find them. It hadn’t been like the World’s Edge, layered and lacquered in distinct fog and mist, with the rough tide barreling at the cliffs. It’d been twisted facets and enigmatic figments, brushstrokes of eldritch, witch adornments; the understanding passing, pausing in his senses.
For a life out here, amidst the wide open tundra, where everything could be seen in its chilling ardor, the forest might seem an imposing, immense void. Hidden, tucked away, until it wanted to reveal itself – and even then, one might not like the results.
Another arch to his brow inclined as he waited for Zuriel to come to some sort of decision about Hester – what about and why, he wouldn’t ask. She was far more judgmental than himself. But the Attuned seemed to have passed some sort of unicorn evaluation, for the mare sniffed at her hand, and then clearly implored for a pat or a scratch. His gaze went back to Hester when she inclined her task had been for Ludo as well, a curious tilt to his head flickering, following, very avian, feline, and canine combined – a raptor’s inquiry. “Ludo sent you to the Greatwood?” He recalled a shrine to it there; perhaps it was a favored haunt.
But at her inclination of seeing luxere antlers, eyes widened, and the smile turned more into a relaxed grin; relief bounding through veins and bones, even if it couldn’t be detected beneath all the furs and layers. “Please. That would be most helpful.” The Sword followed thereafter as she already begun her trek, piercing stare wandering over the lichen and bramble, the stones and moss, looking for the glow against ivory and ice.
For a life out here, amidst the wide open tundra, where everything could be seen in its chilling ardor, the forest might seem an imposing, immense void. Hidden, tucked away, until it wanted to reveal itself – and even then, one might not like the results.
Another arch to his brow inclined as he waited for Zuriel to come to some sort of decision about Hester – what about and why, he wouldn’t ask. She was far more judgmental than himself. But the Attuned seemed to have passed some sort of unicorn evaluation, for the mare sniffed at her hand, and then clearly implored for a pat or a scratch. His gaze went back to Hester when she inclined her task had been for Ludo as well, a curious tilt to his head flickering, following, very avian, feline, and canine combined – a raptor’s inquiry. “Ludo sent you to the Greatwood?” He recalled a shrine to it there; perhaps it was a favored haunt.
But at her inclination of seeing luxere antlers, eyes widened, and the smile turned more into a relaxed grin; relief bounding through veins and bones, even if it couldn’t be detected beneath all the furs and layers. “Please. That would be most helpful.” The Sword followed thereafter as she already begun her trek, piercing stare wandering over the lichen and bramble, the stones and moss, looking for the glow against ivory and ice.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
