Sequoia Coast was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

@Aure

the wildling was troubled, and the winds that beat against the stone and howled through the damp caves did very little to ease his mind. he had set out on a path outside of the sound. his eyes had turned toward the looming cliffs one last time before he made a trail for himself and began to follow the twisting path in his mind’s eye. the length of his limbs carried him carefully over rocky landscape and across stretching fields. he had healed well since the fight. the help that he had received from erzulie and cadeau had been good for him. the only thing that remained was the jagged scar where his wound had been.
 
with a heavy sigh, illidan drew his crown upward and peered out across the sea. the sharp glint of his yellow gaze seemed to be swallowed up in the vast ocean waters. he wondered just how far they might stretch, or if they had been the ones to find the very edge of the earth. surely, there was nothing left but the swell and the slice of land that they existed on. it helped to ease his mind if he believed things like this, even if he knew they were likely to be untrue.
 
when the waters had grown tiresome on his mind, illidan turned his back to them and moved inland a short ways. it was there that he found a small cropping of trees. breathing in the scent of them, he did not detect another presence there. with the movement of a lean jungle cat, he moved into the wooded area and breathed deeply in the aroma of the wild woods. birds called out over his head before taking flight through the boughs and vanishing into the dismal grey that stretched overhead.