Ravensblood Forest Μέσα στη δίνη

The tangle of branches split the sun and the sap tinted its light with shades of varying red. From the outside, no one could've guessed that this nondescript forest was housing a cathedral.

It was a view that could put both the fear of god and love of god into you. But Gavrel's impassive gaze was inch-deep, revealing little of what went on inside. His pale body cruised through the undergrowth in search of nothing. He was about to return to the open beach when he came across a stranger.

Limned by red gold the boy appeared to be at first an entoptic phenomenon. Like floaters in the sky, or the subtle branching of your own blood vessels reflected across the lens that lay opposite. Gavrel blinked hard, once, twice, three times...

...but still, there he stood.

Unsure of what sort of behavior this type of situation called for, he simply barked:

Boo.

And his scarred face softened with a self-satisfied smile.