Kyrtaar listened to Aevah. As she described the visions she saw, the dreadful cosmos in all their horrific glory. The descriptions were mostly mild to some of the things Kyrtaar had seen in his nights tossing and turning. Kyrtaar looked up at the sun, but he felt nothing outwardly malicious from it currently. She mentioned his book, which made him look back at her with a quick head motion. "My book? My book is... strange." He said, looking down at it on his waist. It was something he rarely even thought of now, and the literal weight was no more than a physical pound, but the metaphysical weight on him and the promise that it was his soul to be taken was something he rarely gave thought to, as an only 200 year old elf. 

When they reached the forest line, Kyrtaar would begin to feel a slight chill, but he didn't know if it was just the paranoia of something, or actual magical properties to the area. The shade of the tree top canopy fell on them, reducing the sun's direct glare on them, and obscuring the vision of the cosmos on Kyrtaar's doings, making him conversely, also feel a bit more comfortable in the area. He looked for the Ravens and Magpies and birds Kylmie spoke of, but saw almost none, rather, he saw a complete lack of natural animal life in the immediate area, and the horses quickly began to whiny loudly, and even rear up at a certain point. 

Once the horse refused proceed, Kyrtaar would dismount, and take the canteen from the saddle bag, and sling it around his shoulder. He tied the horse to a tree as well, assuming they'd be able to make it back by nightfall, but was only marginally sure that it was even a possibility. Kyrtaar could feel the magic in the area, making the hair on his neck and arms stand up. "We're in the right area, thats for sure" He said, looking at Aevah, not certain if she was sensitive to the magic in the air. 

As they began their trek on foot Kyrtaar spoke. "I never told you about the dreams, the visions. Or the whole truth about why I left home" He paused for a moment, to collect his thoughts. He continued. "I made a promise. A pact. I sold my soul. I asked for power. The power to make my will a reality. I wanted to learn things no one had known, or things people had forgotten. I couldn't wield a sword exceptionally well. I was no able to use a bow with anything above average capabilities. Nor was I able to cast even the most basic incantations. So I didn't look to the fae, or whatever lives beneath us. No, I turned to the stars." Kyrtaar's face was filled with passion as he spoke. He looked up at the sky as he said it, the blue poking through the green as the sky peeked in. "No one knows what lives in the sky. No one, but me. I asked the very stars themselves for power." Kyrtaar's eyes glowed green as he said this, and green vapor misted off his hands as he said this to accentuate this point. His hair was glowing and perfect, his face full of youthful vigor. 

Kyrtaar turned to look at Aevah with his glowing eyes, his brow furrowed. "The stars wanted my soul. So what? So what! I'll live to see 800 I said! But I forgot. The stars blink and its been 1000 years. I left my home because they didn't understand the power I had!" Kyrtaar was ranting now, his face fully contorted with sudden anger and rage. "No one understood! I did what I had to do to stand out! To be different! I didn't want to waste away in those woods, No! Fishing, and hunting, and trapping animals. I wanted to learn. I had no friends. No loved ones. They shunned me, so I left." Kyrtaar's eyes faded to their normal earthly tones, the power fading from view. He appeared mortal again. His long blonde hair looked course, and there were no wrinkles on his face, but the age and passage of time was apparent. Small scars became visible on his hands and face and neck and anywhere they were on his body. Kyrtaar looked at his hands, and his book, and up to Aevah. "Thats what you saw. Thats what you heard and dreamed. Mere shadows of some of the things I've seen. You saw the pact I made, the promise of the stars to devour my soul. They haunt me. But I don't care, not for their thoughts. And this book? Its a contract. I can't open it, and I suspect if I did, I couldn't read it. Its a literal reminder every day of the bounty." Kyrtaar finished. He had been standing in place, shouting, gesturing. It was an out of character burst of emotion for someone generally more composed. He felt emotionally drained, as he had never shared those details with anyone. 

Kyrtaar looked at Aevah, unsure if she would fear him, or trust him more. If she would follow or leave. He turned and walked deeper into the woods.