gently, he comes. 

his depature from his family's home in the north was not on the best of terms, but he relishes the chance to expand his world. he relishes the chance to make a move for himself instead of for his family's good. though samothes does not desire to rid himself entirely of the messeda name... no, he still wears that with pride, all things considered.

the sky is richly dark above as he steps through the moonlit valley, unbound by time. he shall have to plan his next move; it won't do to remain packless for long. yet he is lulled by the unearthly glow around him to slow the mechanisms of his mind just enough to enjoy the view.