Build Me A Legacy [Naamon]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 05-17-2017, 11:48 AM by Amon.)

The season had turned.

He had ventured north the day before last, as he did from time to time in an effort to remain informed about the processes of Boreas. He found winter already seizing the land in it's maw, and upon seeing snow in a clime he would have called too mild for such a season, well... It did not take much to convince himself to turn around.

As he returned to Auster, he turned himself towards lands he did not frequently visit. There was one such place he carried in the back of his mind, curious to test a hypothesis of sorts. The climate of Auster was much different than that in the north, which was also more similar to his homeland. His body was unused to the cycles here, which seemed to center more on a presence or lack of rain. To him this weather felt more like an early, mild, dry autumn. He thought of an impregnable stand of oaks enshrouded in a veil of wild grapevine and smiled. It would surely be a feast there, between the berries and all the other creatures come to feed on them. So he set his course.

It was a mindless journey, as he was more accustomed to zoning out while his enormous stride consumed the land. Amon rarely travelled with his children these days. He was content with the assumption that they were doing as they were bid, and forming their own impressions of the lands here. Soon he ought to hunt them down and see what progress could be made but for now he had his own personal ramblings to deal with. Formally, what he intended to make of Naamah. She was a cunning creature, and for the time he found himself somewhat enraptured. The woman certainly knew how to keep a secret. He pushed the thought away and for the umpteenth time convinced himself he was not trying to find her, so he better keep himself occupied with other things, hmm?

As he made his way into the Cathedral, he was heralded by a volley of birdsong, as the creatures scattered in alarm. His assumptions were correct, and he found the Grapevine Cathedral in bountiful harvest. He knew it would not last far beyond the beginning of the season, so he ought to make the best of it, right? His father used to tell them that a bounty is merely a warning of harder times ahead, and the wise wolf prepares for every uncertainty. Amon stared up into the trees, aware that he was surrounded by life on every side. Rodents and birds had practically overrun the area, and the smell of deer was fresh as well. Despite this, an uneasy feeling settled into his gut. Were troubled times on the horizon? He felt out for any hint of the Fallen God's will, and wondered.
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