02-20-2017, 03:33 PM
Time stands still.
Iasan is changed.
He has his abilities back, and he has seen the] bowels of what makes up Beqanna’s underbelly. He has met Time. He has battled a gryphon. No one else, not even his mother, is aware of the goings on. They had carried on their lives as they ever did and Iasan had retreated from Taiga, moving into the shadows, licking his wounds, scars forming. They were a souvenir, courtesy of Time. They were all he had.
That, and his memories.
And so, back here in the conifer forests, the son of Ruan walks with calculated step. He has aged, and has come into his own. Deep green eyes survey the treeline, looking for anyone he may recognize. Here, he is not camouflaged. His spots would give him up for who he was, and he wondered which of his sisters would come and harangue him for being gone. Jinju, Heda, Terra; And his twin siblings from both his parents. There was an entire passel of them, more than he could keep up with. And though he was not the oldest, he had aged the fastest.
Jason’s memory of these woods pushed against his mind as he looked upon the trees of his birth with much older eyes than his three years. He hears a crack of a twig, and he immediately is rapt with attention.
Slowly, he fades into obscurity. His spots disappear, and he slinks behind a tree, looking to see who would be in this part of the forest.
His mother? His father?
Friend or foe?
Iasan