Larksong Grotto Not The Greatest Feeling Ever

The large brute had spent most of the day scaling down the treacherous journey to the beautiful forest that appeared a welcomed reprieve from the sleeting weather that came with the altitude. He had stolen away from his traveling partner in the early hours of the morn. There was much to be mulled over in the vast chasms of his mind while she rested after their travels, and the thought of rest was not fancied. A question lingered within him.

Omnium wove through the forest with satisfaction as the sleet turned to gentle rain in the lower elevation. That was one less problem he would have to sort himself out of today, and he was appreciative of that. He welcomed the new scenery to distract him, but the new fixation was brief in it's purpose. A purposeful walk permitted his clearance of much ground as Omnium made his way to the pool lying at the center that had been spotted at the top. 

He came to a stop beside it. A mottled brown figure amongst a peaceful bank. A yellow gaze staring down at the rain's fragmented image of his features, and it mirrored the turmoil within his thoughts. The brute willed to find a miniscule amount of courage within himself to handle the looming end of the line for his travels. Omnium wished to handle the fleeting moments of companionship with the same confidence that lonesomeness had given him once before.