[Flashback] Green (Creeper)

[Oluse]

510, Spring 14

The Denvali boy had never seen such an emerald green before. Such a world of new plants, not properties, even the thick misty air seemed exotic. Drenched head to toe, shivering in the pre-dawn air he was still captivated by what little he could see. He had never wanted this, to be a traveler, but the boat ride had cured him of such thoughts, he had a new path now. A proverbial one at least.

Lightly packed with only the bare necessities and a closely ties sack of coin he went tumbling again. He wanted to screech, but he didn't. He just have out an indignant grunt as he began to right himself once more. The bright side, he noted, even the soil smelled exotic, thick and mossy. Between the mist and dim light he could see no definition among the forest, yet everything seemed to glow mysteriously. Some trick of the eye, a water painting shifting and churning around him, inundating his nostrils and lungs with it's musk.

When he had come to shore the forest was quiet, creatures of darkness bedding down, and those of light yet to wake, but now even in first light sound had exploded around him. He hadn't rightly noticed before, but to get his mind off the shivers, the icy grasp of the salty cling upon him he began to focus outside of himself. Desperately he tried to identify a bird he recognized, to no avail. All was foreign here. Then he realized, no, he was the only foreign one here. This scared him, that he could not deny nor change. So he continued on.

The sailor had said not even a mile east, and even pointed to give Oluse direction. Now there was what a drunk sailor on the verge of unconsciousness said and what was true. Oluse feared for good reason. What would become of him if he had wondered the wrong direction? Perhaps they were right, perhaps this was too dangerous for the young man. Surely, in fact, it was. Still, he could not stand another moment on the path he had taken, and couldn't stand the thought of being in Avanthal when his parents came looking for him. If... they came looking for him.

His mind slipped seamlessly upon the topic of manhood, and he wondered if he would ever be able to call himself such. He knew in that moment that the answer was no, not until he upheld his oath. Paranoid his hand groped at the still in tact bag tied helplessly to him, gangling irresponsibly through the brush with the Denvali child. A haphazard hostage to Oluses' crime, and he would die before letting it go. It was his only hope. And to this, it happened again, tears began to run, and the mist around him blurred further till he was stumbling practically blind.

Shivering, blind, tempting hypothermia he trudged on, close pregnant with the weight of salty water. Hoping and preying he would come upon the exotic and distant land of the spires soon. And another, secret and alone part of himself wishing for dead, that the forest itself would reach up and whisk him away under it's masking surface, or that he could just step ethereally away into the mist, destined to fade away with it as the sun rose. Little to he know, in the Spires no matter how hard you wish, the spring fog never listed with the sun. There was a permanence to the mist, the ethereal...

[Cinna]

Groth watched from his place on The Winding Way the young boy approaching the treetop city, not that he could see them. The fog was rather thick in the spring air today, making it even hard for the Jamoura to see on their daily watch of the area. Groth had been with the Hahk'Shatara for many years, more years than he cared to recall, and each day never ceased to surprise him with something new. This day had blessed him with the approach of a young boy, one who seemed he had barely seen enough seasons to be a man. He was thin and his clothes were ragged, and he seemed to be carrying on the bare minimum of possessions along with a bag that he seemed to clutch closely, as if his life was on the line. However he was not dressed for the weather that plagued the Spires, and Groth could clearly see the boy shivering, making a mental note to see him taken to the infirmary if he even made it that far. Deciding that the human child was close enough to the city to hear him, Groth called out to him, his voice deep and resonating. "Boy, you either make it up these steps or you die. That is the way of Nature,"he called, settling back to wait and see if the boy would die or not. Until he made it up those steps, Groth would do nothing. If he was not strong enough to make it here, then he would not survive here, and Groth was not about to intervene if Caiyha had a different plan for this boy.

[Capricious]

Oluse

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Observation	1	•
Wilderness Survival	1	•

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