we begin again

ooc. set an hour or two after the first sermon/lesson

He lingered in the moors for the day, content to survey the landscape. Examine anything of interest, understand why his sister might have seen fit to claim it for her pack. It had an undeniable ethereal quality, seemingly constantly wreathed in mist and fog. The green-grey heather that covered the ground was lush with the moisture in the air, and all of the scents around him seemed dampened, muted. It was positively serene. Perhaps this would be an acceptable spot to craft a makeshift, temporary den for himself. Somewhere to stay for longer stretches if he elected to take any of these children as acolytes. The thought tickled him, certainly.

Long limbs stilled for a beat, ornamented skull lifting to examine the patterns of hazy clouds overhead. He was tall enough that the mist didn't entirely blind him to his surroundings, and he could see that the drifting of thin, wispy clouds overhead seemed to originate from beyond the surrounding trees and hills. Perhaps the weather conditions in surrounding territories pushed a near constant cover of these clouds over the moor, allowing it to maintain this humidity and mist throughout the year. He would have to study it further over time.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "Pollux"