As the darkness continues squeezing his home in it’s relentless grip, Reave finds himself ever more keen to seek out… something. His feet grow easily restless, and though worry now grips him at the fate of those he loves if these monsters are not expelled and the sun soon returned, he finds himself wandering ever more.
Today he does not go far. It is not often he finds himself moving this direction, but the bare expanse of the meadow
and leafless limbs of the trees have begun to grow stale in the wisdom they would impart.
Time then, to seek somewhere new.
The rich loam of the Taigan wood soon gives way to loose and sandy soil, the sequoias disappearing as the trees shrink to more moderate sizes, denuded of the foliage that should have still been clinging to them even this late in the season. Here, beyond the bounds where Borderline and Memorie had tried to replenish the foliage, the toll of the endless night is plainly visible.
Reave should feel alarm or dread, but instead he surveys the sight with a critical eye. It is easier to ignore the woes of the world when one is still able to fill their belly despite the shrinking circle of prosperity and growing void of death and decay. Easier, but still impossible for any extended period of time. Not when the world echoes with pain and despair, bombarding him every time his feet lead him beyond the boundaries of home.
It is that which drives him. That which brings him here. Seeking… something. Something he has yet to find. Something he’s not entirely sure he will find. He does not trespass far. The small cove is quiet and still in the darkness, only the faint sound of waves on the shoreline bringing the scent of salt to distract him. He moves forward until the waves lap at his hooves. Until he can lose his gaze in the distant invisible horizon.
reave
@[aestas]