Still he finds himself wandering from the Dale, partially in search of more new faces, but also because he can’t quite bring himself to call it home. Rising long before the sun, he ambles lazily through the common lands that are becoming quite familiar to him. He skirts the base of the Mountain, taking a moment to cast a long glance up to its craggy peak and reflect on the changes that brought into his life. But he does not linger too much, beckoned by something elsewhere.
He finds a shallow portion of the river and wades into it, intending to cross into the Meadow, but at the last moment, he continues south along the pebbled shore opposite his starting point. He’s already spent plenty of time in the Forest and the Meadow, so he wants to see what else there might be.
As he moves further, large rocks begin to pepper the waters, creating turbulence and rushing sounds that disturb the peacefulness he’d been enjoying. He notices a sharp decline in the distance where the river suddenly drops from sight. Prudence leads him to climb the bank, to find a more surefooted path to continue following.
That’s when he notices her, stretching in morning fog. As the light shifts, he finds himself intrigued by the purple hues that come to life. Quietly, but not too quietly, he draws nearer to call out. “Hello there.”
His eyes drift to the glowing scar on her chest, surprised how similar it looks to another he’d recently seen. He does not look for long and says nothing of it, easily realizing that it may not be something she wishes to discuss. Lucky for her and any others seeking refuge from questionable pasts, he knows very little of Beqanna and her people’s history, despite being older than most he has met. So, he offers a kind smile.
“I am Assailant. Are you new to the area?”
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"The comfort zone is always the most desirable place to be. But in settling for comfort, there is a price to pay and it comes in the death of ambition, of hope, of youth, and the death of self."
-Simon Barnes
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