Time: Morning
Location:Forest near the Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Ayita
@13orgCade returned to the clearing where he had left Ayita, the large hare slung over his shoulder. He placed the hare underneath the tree and slung the halberd back across his back. He found Ayita in a tree with a pile of fruit beneath her, it seemed both of them had successfully managed to find food. He guessed that humans were similar to the elves and fairy’s, as they did not seem to have any animal like features like his own kinds, and preferred their meat to be cooked. While Cade would readily admit it did taste better when roasted over a fire, in a pinch he could also eat his meat raw.
“Excellent! We have breakfast.” He said looking up into the tree where Ayita was perched. Since this was the second time he’d come across he in a tree he assumed she was adapt at climbing, this was good as he could possible go to the elf village to get supplies and a weapon and trust that in the trees she’d be safe from those who would turn her into the lich.
“We can build a small fire to cook the hare and regain our strength for the day. Afterwards, if you’re alright with it, I could go to get you a weapon and some supplies from the village. I think you would be safe if you stick to the trees, and I like our chances better if we are both well-armed.” Cade offered as he began to gather wood and tinder for a fire. While Cade could in theory build a fire he was by no means good at it, he tended to keep in the south where, with his fur and a halfway decent shelter, there was little need for him to build fires to keep warm and when alone he usually ate raw meat for the simplicity of it. He often struggled to get a spark with a simple fire plough.
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Time: Morning
Location: Forest outside of Domoros
Interactions: Torvi
@TaeBowyn walked deep into the forest, while Boreas flew off to find something to eat, heading towards the spot where he made his camp. He made his way to a clearing where a small waterfall poured from a rocky cliff into a stream. Near the steam was his camp which consisted of an A-frame shelter, a collection of rocks forming a fire pit with a collection of firewood nearby, and his few meager possessions. First, he built a fire and collected some water from the stream to boil inside of a pot. As he waited for the water to boil he retrieved a small cup from inside the shelter, the floor of which was covered with leaves, moss, and animal furs. He rinsed out the cup out in the stream. He broke the skaula up into the cup and once the water had boiled, he poured some of it into the cup with the skaula. Once the tea had cooled off some Bowyn sipped on the mixture, which tasted like bitter dirt, and he was beginning to feel the psychedelic effects of the tea before he had finished the cup.
Bowyn felt his entire body relax, his limbs felt light but weaker as well, his heart pounded in his chest and he felt unusually warm for a winter fairy. A light smile formed on his face as he felt a semblance on peace, for Bowyn the only time he could truly relax enough to let go of his pain was with hallucinogenics. He found a sense of serenity as he stared off into the trees and watched as they began drifting. The world looked brighter and more beautiful, there was a glimmer of hope in the soft pink rays on the sun, and the warmth he felt was as if nature herself was telling him things would be alright. He used his now clumsy limbs to pull himself up from where he sat and headed towards the bank of the stream. Bowyn knelt near the cold water and began using it to form snow, which he molded with his hands into the shape of a bust. Once he got the shape right, he began turning the snow into ice, the shape shrunk as it froze and once it was solid ice, he began to shape it further. The ice changed and molded to the will transferred from his fingertips. Any tools he needed where formed from ice, his expanded mind creating them and allowing them to melt as needed.
By the time Bowyn reached his peak he felt satisfied with the sculpture he created. It certainly wasn’t perfect, and they never would be. As he watched the icey face begin to slowly melt without his constant touch and magic, he could, in this headspace, accept that this way of remembering that which he had lost was enough. A cry of Boreas broke him from the trace he fell into as he watched the ice melting, and his avian companion returned from his hunt. He watched with enormous pupils the tracers he saw as Boreas flew around him before landed nearby on a rock. Bowyn stumbled back onto his feet and used the remaining water from the pot to put out the slowly dying fire.
“You’re a pretty bird.” Bowyn said slowly, grinning at Boreas.
“I truly am, a shame you can’t appreciate it sober.” Boreas replied before taking flight and landing comfortably on Bowyn’s shoulder.
“We should go for a walk.” Boreas knew that if the fairy spent too much time watching his ice melt he would grow sad again and he had no desire to have to pull his friend back from a bad trip.
“Yeah!” Bowyn said excited to explore the forest once again. They headed off deeper into the forest, with Bowyn’s cloudy mind unable to remember all the twists and turns he was taking as he followed his whims on their walk. Boreas remained alert, looking for anything that could threaten his friend in his altered state and keeping his keen sense of direction to eventually lead the way back to the camp. The merlin did not mind his babysitting duties and was satisfied to see his friend happy and at peace for a time. Deeper into the forest Bowyn felt the merlin’s energy change, alerting him that something was off.
“What is it?” He asked only half paying attention as he watched the wood of the trees around them as it moved, almost as if the forest was breathing.
“Someone else is near. Listen.” Boreas said. Bowyn tried to listen but the other sounds of the forest consumed his attention and despite Boreas’s instance that it could be danger, Bowyn continued.
“There.” Boreas said turning his head in the direction of a figure that moved through the forest.
“Is that an elf?” Bowyn wondered out loud. He didn’t care for elves always thinking they were above everyone with their fancy machines.
“Should we greet them?” He asked the merlin.
“I don’t know.” Boreas mused, although normally he would encourage Bowyn to interact more this creature seemed off.
“She is armed.” The bird warned.
Bowyn, in his drug induced curiosity, ignored the warning and approached the strange woman. He suddenly decided he wanted to know what made her seem so strange to the merlin and he found himself drawn to the drifting patterns he was seeming in her hair. As he got closer he noticed what was so strange, her ears were rounded. He’d never seen an elf with such strange ears before and the sight of it, mixed with the euphoria from the skaula, made him laugh.
“Hey your ears are round!” He said, choosing these words as he greeting.
