Mismatched feet trotted at a steady pace over the hills, carrying the cheerful young druid further into the land. Purple eyes studied his surroundings with a calm curiosity, a satisfied hum vibrating in his chest. Some moments later, he suddenly broke into song, his voice throwing an ironic lilt to the words, "And we'll all go together, to pull wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather. Will you go, lassie, go?" His strong voice bounced over the hills, chasing away or into hiding what few prey animals dared make the area their home. His laugh followed it, a clear bright sound like a bell. It was good to be on the trail again, and in such a new place as this! He had no idea where he was, or how far from home he was, which was absolutely fantastic.
