It's well and truly night now, and what had started out an afternoon adventure to seek out the truths of the Grimhildes has turned into turning around and around in the woods.
Auryn never feels truly lost, though, especially not in the woods -- he's more likely to find himself a little overwhelmed in a dense city full of people busy judging each other. He's got a little light called to him and he's exploring at this point, more interested in what might be here, what these woods hold than how cold it might be getting or if he should really be home.
It's possible he's lacking a self-preservation instinct that most other people have.
He's brought up short by the chapel. He'd been told about this place in his casual questions about witch legends but he bypassed it before, and he looks at it curiously, wandering closer and quieting himself to listen to the sounds and the energy, to take it all in.
Then he hears a creak that's distinctly man-made, a door or a handle, and he rounds the corner, brightening his light to see who might be there.
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Auryn never feels truly lost, though, especially not in the woods -- he's more likely to find himself a little overwhelmed in a dense city full of people busy judging each other. He's got a little light called to him and he's exploring at this point, more interested in what might be here, what these woods hold than how cold it might be getting or if he should really be home.
It's possible he's lacking a self-preservation instinct that most other people have.
He's brought up short by the chapel. He'd been told about this place in his casual questions about witch legends but he bypassed it before, and he looks at it curiously, wandering closer and quieting himself to listen to the sounds and the energy, to take it all in.
Then he hears a creak that's distinctly man-made, a door or a handle, and he rounds the corner, brightening his light to see who might be there.