it's all a show
Something grand was unfolding for the Ithuriel family, and while he was not one to shy away from theatrics, the wraith needed a break. He headed for the sound of rushing water, hoping for a chance to wash away the grime. Much as he thrived in the desert, he was not a fan of being covered in sand and dust all day. As the barren ground turned to lush grass beneath his paws, the male eased his pace to a lackadaisical ambling. Frail limbs swept ethereally across the plush terra, lithe muscles rippling beneath ebon pelt. As he came to the sight of an immense river cutting through the landscape, all plans of a bath were promptly scrapped. The banks swollen with runoff from the winter, he was not eager to entertain the notion of drowning. He'd stay dusty. Instead, he opted to seek out some herbs that he could make use of. With the rampant warfare being waged by and upon his kin, it was best to stock up. He wasn't sure if there were any other healers or oracles on hand, and he had no interest in taking chances. Thus, the male meandered along the bank of the river in search of plantlife. It didn't take too long for him to locate some horsetail, which would be ideal in the event that Nephthys or one of the others got into another scuffle. He padded closer, inspecting the branching stalks of the plant for damage, illness, or infestation. It looked alright, from what he could tell. He started delicately grasping fronds between his teeth and working them with his carnassials to sever them from the rest of the plant. He'd have to do the rest of the preparations at another location to make them useful, but he could gather a fair bit here. |
