Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

Following the insistence of Heda, Glaukos had not wasted any time. He left; he knew it was for the betterment of Rivenwood, and hoped that by doing so he could ensure the safety and security of Druid, as well as the children.

The storm followed him to the mountains, where it seemed as if the higher reaches caught the clouds. The rain lessened over the course of the night and through the next morning. Glaukos stopped to catch a few hours of agitated sleep where he could shelter himself, and was gone again.

It felt wrong to be so far from Rivenwood. It felt wrong to leave the Bearclaws without any warning, too. However, he would not bring danger to these people any longer.

By the time he registered the hunger in his belly he had marched a winding path through a meadow, and made himself stop to take stock of the terrain. Looking back, the grasses were bent from the bludgeon of his body through them. Above the sun glared at him, and Glaukos burned.