Whatever tomorrow brings
11-18-2015, 12:13 PM
There were a lot of places in this new world with odd trees. It had only been a few days since he had run into the stranger at the place where the trees bled, and now this. The oaks were huge and gnarled, massive roots sticking out of the earth and just daring to tempt those who were not paying enough attention. But there wasn't often a time when the giant wasn't aware of his surroundings, years of warrior training making him very intuened with everything around him. There was no knowing when an attack could come, or from where. With wars raging back at home there was hardly a place that one could go without running into some sort of bandit or another. Gwenaël let out a big sigh, brown paws taking a pause as his duel tone gaze swept the landscape. He was homesick, he missed it so much. He had never been so far away from the Gøran family, and he could feel it in his very soul. A longing to be surrounded by those he had known since birth was all consuming, and he was having a hard time drawing in a deep breath. There was no knowing how everything was going back at home, and he couldn't help but feel worried for his fellow warriors. Sending a quick prayer to Janan, asking that she guide their paws and keep their heads clear on the battlefield. To Ivet he asked to give them all strength even if there seemed to be no hope, and asked that their strength would prevail all. And then at last to Hallr, asking him to guide any of his fallen comrades to their after life. He did not yet know how many he should mourn, but he knew that that was all up to the gods. Soon enough he would be able to return home and pay respects to their graves, even if he missed their ceremonies. Shaking his head, Gwen let out another sigh before he started to walk again, curling his huge frame around an even bigger tree trunk. When he came to the other side, he saw something that stopped him in his tracks, eyes flying wide. The black and gold femme was digging at herbs, gold bangle bold against her leg with the blue feather clinging to the metal. "O-oria?" he choked, hardly believing his eyes. He had no idea where the female had gone on her travels, but he had not expected to see her here of all places. Overcoming his locked joints he surged forward, leaning down to nuzzle her dark shoulder. "What in Ivet's name are you doing here?" he asked, always calling upon the god he felt closest with. "How long have you been here?" Gwen asked, shooting his questions at her in a rapid fire manner. |
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