Hush in the Evening [Typhon]

Moss dripped from the trees in off-gold strands, adding a small stain of color to the black lines of the trees. It was beautiful in its eeriness. Ashiel wished Griff was with him but the kite was out hunting in the canyon and had likely already found a place to roost for the night. He would have to call his companion out into the woods the following day and perhaps they could try calling some of the spirits that wandered in this place. He wanted a feel for if they were malevolent or not. One might thing the chill, quiet air of the place would be indicaator enough but you could never tell with spirits.

Ashiel made his way toward the creek when he caught the sound of movement behind him. He quickly turned to see his uncle Typhon heading toward him. Ashiel returned the man's grin and nodded. "Uncle Typhon, it is good to see you. Are you well? How are things with the Risen Empire?"