Deepwood Weald ambrosial grace
All Welcome  July 11, 2018, 04:31 PM
Dirge
Lone Wolves

It was raining again, snuffing out the sunlight of early morning. Rolling fog had come down from mountains to meet the mist along the outskirts of the weald, and it was there that Dirge moved along as quietly as he could manage. With @Nyx keen to roam a bit, he had been the one to linger now instead, weaving among the ferns of damp trees. No one had ventured through where he thought to cordon off a parcel of the woodland, which made this round of patrolling a mockery. It was boring, but perhaps for the better.

It even crossed his mind not to bother with marking things, the notion that if no one took notice of he and Nyx then the less trouble there would be, but that was presumptuous; they hardly did anything to draw attention beyond crossing paths with others along whatever grassy or stony path the strode. It set his expression into a grimace as he battled pros and cons of one thought and another; he thought perhaps he would take it up with his fairer haired sibling once she came back around.

Pausing to shake the damp free of his coat, he discarded his thoughts to take study of the northern curve of the woodland. Here nothing seemed too out of place, but then again few things did when even he still learned the lay of the land in depth. With the veil of mist shrouding things, it may as well have seemed a different place altogether and if the clouds and rain lingered then morning in the valley would hold fast to that shroud well into the day. He pressed on again towards the bend of the forest, and sought to lurk in its density once more.

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July 17, 2018, 12:07 PM
Poet
Lone Wolves

tag for ref! also lol timelines what are those

The sorrow that has settled over her heart in Phocion's disappearance has turned into something cold, a brutalist acceptance of practicality. It is not the first time she has worn tragedy as surivival and she doubts it will be her last. 

@Cortland is well enough that she can leave his side with careful assurances of her return (she will not leave him alone, not after their newforged bonds). They cannot stay alone on top of the mountain for-ever. She does not mind the thought of remaining a loner, but she worries for her companion, who strikes her as needing... kindly, supervision. 

But they have time, still. Summer is long and bountiful. She winds her way through the weald, curious about this half of the wilds, having spent her time to the east of the mountains mostly. The coast is beautiful in the distance and the faint hints of sea salt in the air bring clarity back to her mind as she disappears into the thick woods, quiet in her contemplations until she comes across the scent of a stranger. Chuffing to announce her presence she moves in his direction, coming to stop once he comes into her line of vision. She does not speak yet, waiting to make sure her company is wanted, first.