Day 37, Summer 513 AV
Eventually, Enoleus felt himself slowing down, his heart rate coming back down to normal as he trudged and easy path through the snow. He found himself at the docks, and he carefully made his way to the end of the pier, sitting down with his legs hanging haphazardly off the side. The color in his eyes dimmed as his emotions died down, becoming a soft shade of silver which seemed to drown and dull all colors around him, in the way that a fresh blanket of snow seems to muffle all noise for miles around. More than any one emotion, he felt fatigued - even when waking in the morning, he felt as he he had spent the previous night wrestling a Talderan Sabertooth. He leaned over, gripping at a patch of ice that clung to one of the wooden beams of the pier, and with his free hand he reached up to the keen, snowflake shaped mark on his neck. Placing his index and middle fingers on it, his eyes narrowed with focus, and he managed to use his mark to break a randomly shaped handful of the ice off. Setting it down between his legs, he began to use his gnosis mark, carefully applying his hand to the sides of the chunk of ice.
He cursed under his breath, as after a few attempts, the ice simply broke under the power of Morwen. His eyes turned back out to the ocean, staring out to the horizon. He took a long, controlled breath, and felt at ease, if only for a moment. He continued to absently break bits of ice off the pier with his gnosis mark, as even when he was resting, Enoleus could seldom stand staying still. As he did so, he felt a familiar series of sharp pains stinging in his left hand - with a wince, he pulled the hand back, staring down as his eyes traced the jagged scar which ran across his palm. The blade had fractured some of the smaller bones in his hand, and dexterous tasks often invoked a similar pain, which would always ring out with a bitter nostalgia. Yet he valued the old wound as a keepsake, it was like a gift from Morwen herself, ensuring he never could forget.
Several more minutes passed, Enoleus enjoying the solitary comfort of the sea, before his ears twitched, as he heard footsteps. Now, granted, he could hear plenty of footsteps, the docks were far from remote - yet these ones worked with purpose, and seemed to grow closer and closer to him. He craned his neck slightly, catching sight of the Charoda, whom had somehow managed to follow him. A single eyebrow arched quizzically upward; he had not figured her for a tracker. Or, perhaps he had simply said too much, and the girl had guessed where he was going. He turned his eyes back to the sea, speaking just loud enough for his voice to carry to her.
"I hope you didn't leave the show and your companion on my account, Miss..."