Cautious steps led him through the dense undergrowth of the forest, he had been out travelling through here for a week already, but he had needed and still did wish for such time alone. Discovering so much of what had changed, the elves and what they had become, stripped of almost everything that he knew them to be. He had not been able to stand it and had not wanted to cause further arguments among those who did not deserve his anger, so he had left the company of others on the outskirts of one of the smaller towns in the middle of the night and set off. Living off of the land was not too difficult of a task when you had magic, wards he could set to keep himself safe and supplies secure upon his back in order to sleep relatively comfortably of an evening. It was no grand palace or luxurious home as some seemed to expect him to want as one called an 'ancient', but such simplicity was enough for the elvhen warrior. Out here he was alone and thus had time to think.
Time enough to doubt as well, I would think. You stay out here like a coward, how pitiful.
Familiar and irritating, he and June had agreed a certain level of understanding. But such commits did no good in forging his good will towards the shard of one who once thought himself a god of creation, in fact it only soured it even further. Revas did not need to be reminded of his faults, failures or any cowardice he might have. He knew such things very well. It was proof enough that he had fled when he had woken up, instead of setting off such wards and heading up into the fortress he had known for many decades to see who still lived. And perhaps, if the one who he wanted to see, was still there. If he still lived. He had to, that was a fact he told himself that would not falter. Unless he saw proof with his own eyes that said otherwise, he would not dare to consider such a possibility. Nor had he dared to sense out that familiar magical signature upon waking, it had been safer not to, another act borne out of fear.
At such a sharp mental command, that voice within fell quiet and granted him some measure of peace as he moved. He had enough rations still to last him days yet, so he would not go off hunting wildlife that could aid another far better if they needed it. But eventually he had settled near a sizable stream, deep enough that he could get rid of some of the grime that had built up upon his hands and most certainly caught in his hair. Magic did many wonderful things, but his lack of control with a certain element meant when out in nature, a full bathtub was hardly an option when it came to bathing. Setting himself upon the edge of the stream gently, pack set beside him and staff leaning against it, he carefully removed his gloves before dipping his hands into the cool water with a sigh. Only once he was sure were they clean enough did he reach up to loosen the tie that kept his hair up and out of his way. Falling now to sweep just past his shoulders in waves, cupping water and with a little magic to help get the worst out. It left his hair a little more wavy than normal when completely wet, but given the humidity in the forest, it would dry before nightfall and that was what mattered. If he were lucky, he might be able to find a large river or even a waterfall in the next few days to bathe properly. But for now it would have to do.
He had worked at his hands with a small bar of soap grabbed from his pack, and even his face to briefly dunk his skin beneath the water's cool surface to wash off sweat and built up grime, only as he put the faintly vanilla scented bar safely back into his back did he hear movement. Movement occurred before Revas himself even realized he was doing so, head snapping up like a wild animal and a hazel gaze quickly darting back and forth across the treeline. Magic simmering under his palm, ready to be used, though he did not move from where he sat. That would give him away as a potential threat if whatever was there decided to attack him. Instead he simply spoke out into the open, calm and controlled.
Time enough to doubt as well, I would think. You stay out here like a coward, how pitiful.
Familiar and irritating, he and June had agreed a certain level of understanding. But such commits did no good in forging his good will towards the shard of one who once thought himself a god of creation, in fact it only soured it even further. Revas did not need to be reminded of his faults, failures or any cowardice he might have. He knew such things very well. It was proof enough that he had fled when he had woken up, instead of setting off such wards and heading up into the fortress he had known for many decades to see who still lived. And perhaps, if the one who he wanted to see, was still there. If he still lived. He had to, that was a fact he told himself that would not falter. Unless he saw proof with his own eyes that said otherwise, he would not dare to consider such a possibility. Nor had he dared to sense out that familiar magical signature upon waking, it had been safer not to, another act borne out of fear.
Silence.
At such a sharp mental command, that voice within fell quiet and granted him some measure of peace as he moved. He had enough rations still to last him days yet, so he would not go off hunting wildlife that could aid another far better if they needed it. But eventually he had settled near a sizable stream, deep enough that he could get rid of some of the grime that had built up upon his hands and most certainly caught in his hair. Magic did many wonderful things, but his lack of control with a certain element meant when out in nature, a full bathtub was hardly an option when it came to bathing. Setting himself upon the edge of the stream gently, pack set beside him and staff leaning against it, he carefully removed his gloves before dipping his hands into the cool water with a sigh. Only once he was sure were they clean enough did he reach up to loosen the tie that kept his hair up and out of his way. Falling now to sweep just past his shoulders in waves, cupping water and with a little magic to help get the worst out. It left his hair a little more wavy than normal when completely wet, but given the humidity in the forest, it would dry before nightfall and that was what mattered. If he were lucky, he might be able to find a large river or even a waterfall in the next few days to bathe properly. But for now it would have to do.
He had worked at his hands with a small bar of soap grabbed from his pack, and even his face to briefly dunk his skin beneath the water's cool surface to wash off sweat and built up grime, only as he put the faintly vanilla scented bar safely back into his back did he hear movement. Movement occurred before Revas himself even realized he was doing so, head snapping up like a wild animal and a hazel gaze quickly darting back and forth across the treeline. Magic simmering under his palm, ready to be used, though he did not move from where he sat. That would give him away as a potential threat if whatever was there decided to attack him. Instead he simply spoke out into the open, calm and controlled.
Who's there?
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