[IC] Journey to the Beginning

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Dreyr Tatosian sits with his back to the fire scanning the horizon. The fire accents his tattooed face and shows the fierceness in his eyes as he stares across the miles of uninhabited forest. The night is unimaginably beautiful; the sky is clear and full of stars that one would only see on the ocean, the wind is blowing slightly enough to bring comfort to the skin, but not fierce enough to become an annoyance, and the calm of the scene... that is what truly held the quintessence of the peace he felt. Feelings like this did not come to him often, not since his childhood was taken from him.

He sat aside a mountain looking down into a valley that had a small river running through it. Tall ceders proliferated from every orifice making it impossible to see anything among them, but still he watched. He had gone so far with this person he had met, and he was not about to have it all thrown away by a complacent lack of attention. His quest was too important, and though he would not admit it to himself, so was his new companion.

At the thought of her he could hear her move from the lean-to that they had prepared. Her watch was not for another hour, but one could not blame her for not sleeping on such a wonderful night. Dreyr touched the cutlasses on the ground beside him to make sure they were still there and focused on the noise of his friend moving. He was actually quite relieved that she had awoken, he had grown quite fond of her as of late.

[Skrubsetsu]

Testing.

[Skrubsetsu]

It was peaceful, as it always was when the sun dipped below the visible horion and out came the moon and all of its glorious stars. When the temperatures would drop to a more suitable climate, and the sounds of nature would quiet down and become more gentle and soft, not wanting to awaken its sleeping inhabitants. As the man outside nezt to the roaring fire kept watch, a woman lay motionless within the tent, sleeping the night away - Or, as best as she could. Sleeping on the ground would always have its disadvantages, one being that it was impossible to get comfortable when sticks and stones prodded you every time you moved.

She would rouse, a soft sound involuntarily expelling from her lips as her dreams slowly faded away, and her conscious would push her back into reality. Groggily blinking open her eyes, she'd take a moment to assess her surroundings as her senses began to awaken along with her. The scent of the earth and trees, paired along with the fire crackling outside greeted her first, paired with the gentle sounds of the surrounding forest. She'd gather her arms beneath her in order to push her into a siting position, a yawn coming from her as her hands came up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, before a hand came up and ran through her long and brown locks, turning her gaze to the entrance. She'd lean forward, peaking through the folds at the man that sat viligantly outside, and would pause.

She'd take a moment to stand up and exit the tent, standing up straight once she was outside and stretching her arms above her head, arching her back to stretch out her stiff muscles, before letting her limbs drop, in which she'd glance down at the man sitting next to her. "Anything exciting happen while I was asleep? You certainly look like it was a busy night." She'd eye the untouched weapon of choice that lay beside him, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Seems like it's been quite the handful. Shall we switch?"