Blacktail Deer Plateau it's already burning

for @Saarthal ♥

the days tarry on and the teekon wilds continues to be an vastly unexplored place borne of legend to hadrian. he is both awestruck and heavy-hearted. it isn't leaving noctem vagus that he regrets so much as leaving aeneas behind. aeneas; stupid, reckless, passionate and immeasurable brave aeneas. there was a small part of hadrian that hoped ...that still hopes ...that aeneas will follow him and saarthal here. that the three musketeers might once more reunite. and yet ...yet, it is unfettered concern for saarthal and a taste for legendary adventure that ultimately brought hadrian here.

not that he knows where here is. though they stick to the heavy shaded areas of the forest that stretch along the plateau he swears that he saw a flash of blacktail deer skirt past him. he pays them no heed. he is not presently hungry and as of the moment: they are in no danger of him. the afternoon is warm, heavy with the moisture of the most recent rain. the fall of droplets, though the rain has stopped, is heard among the silver birches and dark pines that make up the forest he pads through, tucking thoughts of his siblings away for the time being.