Aksel was in a down mood for the first time in a very long time. With Warja's help he'd healed from his mother's assault but the reality of meeting her and left him feeling… well… he wasn't sure how he felt about meeting his birth mother. She was shrewd and coy, much like his father, but she was also more of a monster. Aksel was a fair fighter in his own right but this woman was something else, he'd never lost so badly before. And the fact that he apparently had siblings on the way that she was going to do who knew what with? It was just too much to take in. That on top of the general lonliness he'd been feeling. Aksel had always been a wander er and being alone wasn't normally that bothersome… but it had been so long since he'd seen his family.
The young man sighed and eased himself down onto the warm stone, closing his eyes and letting the breeze wash over him for a minute. He was still sore but his injuries had healed better than he'd expected. But now what…
The breeze shifted just slightly, tinting the air with a familiar scent. Aksel dismissed it as his imagination before the scent slowly increased in strength. Acadia? Mismatched, jewel-toned eyes fluttered open as his brow crinkled. Getting to his feet the male started picking his way along the steppe until a familiar form came into his view. Grinning Aksel called out, "Hey, stick ass! Where the hell have you been?"
