Post by Aventus on Nov 9, 2020 17:58:28 GMT -8
The forest of the north was as chilled as ever, cold to those without the proper clothing or without fur. The northern mountains were looming in the distance, the snows there were irony given the cold of the forest. It was if invisible snow had fallen and now the air was chilled from such things. Yet Aventus cared not for the winter air, his attention wholly fixed upon his task of gathering materials. His hands slowly clutching and gently picking the plants he needed for his experiments. Alchemy was a very delicate thing, and as such he was measuring each sample closely as he took them.
His familiar floated about his head, its tail curled about his as he did his work. The two of them had been out here for quite some time, the satchel at his side stuffed to the brim with flowers and the likeness. His cloak covered all but his arms and head as he continued to work diligently. When finished, he would rise to his feet before wiping his brow with the back of his gloved hand. With a smile to his companion, he would put the plant away in his satchel as he turned to head through the forest. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds, small animals roaming in the distance while deer grazed on the grass poking from the brown leaves.
The north region had been his home for years now, and he had learned the forest like the back of his hand. Rarely did he take from the forest what he didn't need, just as his old teacher had instructed. The teachings of his elder were both a comfort and a torment for the man. His reflections upon his past were like haunting shadows in the corners of his mind, and the teachings held there were the sweet anodyne for his heart. Slowly as he moved through the forest paths left by his many journeys through the forest, his mind began to wonder. How many years had he traveled this lands? How many winters had come and gone in his time here? A mystery to even one such as Aventus... and perhaps to everyone else as well.
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His familiar floated about his head, its tail curled about his as he did his work. The two of them had been out here for quite some time, the satchel at his side stuffed to the brim with flowers and the likeness. His cloak covered all but his arms and head as he continued to work diligently. When finished, he would rise to his feet before wiping his brow with the back of his gloved hand. With a smile to his companion, he would put the plant away in his satchel as he turned to head through the forest. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds, small animals roaming in the distance while deer grazed on the grass poking from the brown leaves.
The north region had been his home for years now, and he had learned the forest like the back of his hand. Rarely did he take from the forest what he didn't need, just as his old teacher had instructed. The teachings of his elder were both a comfort and a torment for the man. His reflections upon his past were like haunting shadows in the corners of his mind, and the teachings held there were the sweet anodyne for his heart. Slowly as he moved through the forest paths left by his many journeys through the forest, his mind began to wonder. How many years had he traveled this lands? How many winters had come and gone in his time here? A mystery to even one such as Aventus... and perhaps to everyone else as well.
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