Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

"True. I thought it wiser to remain nearby." He was a bit farther than initially intended, but not so much as to have cause for alarm. The jaunt back was a quick one, relatively speaking. Her reasons for straying were straightforward, and spoke that she did in fact likely have more a wanderer's soul than he. "A reasonable desire, more than my reason." He smiled at the somewhat strange nature of his aim. "I left looking for a little practice. The local creatures weren't quite the right sparring partners and the plateau is fresh out of bears at the moment." A slight joke.

After the fact, he wondered how exactly he intended to get that practice. Attack a random stranger? Pick on some unsuspecting predator? Ideally he would find someone willing for a spar, but how likely was it a random stranger would agree to a fight? He wasn't sure. So far he hadn't much luck even finding anyone. Hers was the first face on this trip so far.