om is the bow, the arrow is soul

Southern Alacritia was a place the wanderer had never been before, even on his migration from the lands. Upon his return, he discovered it by chance, and took it upon himself to explore as much as he pleased. While it was his intention to get back to Imperium in a timely manner (at least, timely in accord to his own knowledge of when he headed back to Alacritia), his mind slavered after the thought of new sights, new things. He couldn’t resist immersing himself in the new terrain.

After coming to rest at the creek nearby, Nagendra had continued on his wandering journey to find yet more water [Aspen Dam]. When the new creek came into view, he stopped where he was to observe from afar. The stream up ahead was staggered here and there by conglomerations of sticks and debris – beavers. In predictable places it swelled and its current was slow. Nagendra wondered if such was a proper environment for fish, since he had just found a decent creek for his favored prey earlier. Did beaver dams impede them too much? Even if there weren’t any fish here, he knew beavers had decent amounts of meat on them too.

A faint smile traced along his lips as he took a step forward. The grass and plant life bordering the stream was lush and thriving. However, he noted with mild curiosity, there was only smaller, shorter vegetation nearby. The trees all stood detachedly by some distance away, their pretty silver necks stretched tall and slim. Nagendra’s smile broadened as he traced several with his eyes. He decided that he liked those trees very much; they stood so uniformly, all neat, thin, pale lines amongst the green. It let the afternoon light in so nicely. It was a shame that this place was so far from where he once knew in Alacritia.