Spring; it held many promises for Traithgren, warmer weather for one, festivals, holy days amongst his people, but most of all, Spring meant travel.
He'd spoken about it a few weeks ago, the trip. Had told her he planned to leave for a while, but also, asked her to come along. The time for their departure was drawing near, and he showed this in his restless nights, his active days, no longer just sitting and waiting, but constantly moving. It meant more to him than he let on.
He'd spent most of his time over the last few weeks gathering supplies, and preparing for the long journey ahead. For Traithgren planned to go on foot, no form of transportation other than his strong capable legs for guidance.
That cave had served as his home for the duration of his stay in Rhy?Din, but now, it seemed more like a prison when he sat in the mouth of it, studying the woodlands before him. It was warmer, the weather was slowly clearing, and winter had passed.
Restless; Traith knew the feeling well, but on this day, the day of their departure into the vast countryside, it nearly ate away at his resolve. If Annike weren't coming along, he would have long ago sprinted off, but the thought of her travelling with him, stayed his eager legs, calmed his current wanderlust.
Elbows rested on large knees as he leaned forward, hands brought together before his face as he stared off in the direction of his homeland, being as patient as possible. Such patience though, ate at his will every second, for his heart tugged and yearned, cried out to travel once more. But it called for something else as well.
Traithgren inhaled deeply as he studied the trees that stood just outside the mouth of his cavern, and listened with ears that were acutely attuned to the nature around them, to the sounds of the surrounding forest. But none of the sounds, not the trickling of the nearby spring, the scampering of startled squirrels, the chirping of birds, and not even the rustling of leaves, were what he was listening for.
Footsteps, that's what he hoped to hear amidst the myriad of sounds, and a scent, that had become oh so familiar to him over the past few weeks, a scent that sparked up a whirl of thoughts, even when mixed with all the other smells around him.
He was simply waiting now, for her, as he sat on that large stone in the mouth of the cavern, simple, old breeches, were the only thing the barbarian wore for the trip, he had things packed, for weather emergencies, but starting out, he'd not wear so many hindering things.
He'd spoken about it a few weeks ago, the trip. Had told her he planned to leave for a while, but also, asked her to come along. The time for their departure was drawing near, and he showed this in his restless nights, his active days, no longer just sitting and waiting, but constantly moving. It meant more to him than he let on.
He'd spent most of his time over the last few weeks gathering supplies, and preparing for the long journey ahead. For Traithgren planned to go on foot, no form of transportation other than his strong capable legs for guidance.
That cave had served as his home for the duration of his stay in Rhy?Din, but now, it seemed more like a prison when he sat in the mouth of it, studying the woodlands before him. It was warmer, the weather was slowly clearing, and winter had passed.
Restless; Traith knew the feeling well, but on this day, the day of their departure into the vast countryside, it nearly ate away at his resolve. If Annike weren't coming along, he would have long ago sprinted off, but the thought of her travelling with him, stayed his eager legs, calmed his current wanderlust.
Elbows rested on large knees as he leaned forward, hands brought together before his face as he stared off in the direction of his homeland, being as patient as possible. Such patience though, ate at his will every second, for his heart tugged and yearned, cried out to travel once more. But it called for something else as well.
Traithgren inhaled deeply as he studied the trees that stood just outside the mouth of his cavern, and listened with ears that were acutely attuned to the nature around them, to the sounds of the surrounding forest. But none of the sounds, not the trickling of the nearby spring, the scampering of startled squirrels, the chirping of birds, and not even the rustling of leaves, were what he was listening for.
Footsteps, that's what he hoped to hear amidst the myriad of sounds, and a scent, that had become oh so familiar to him over the past few weeks, a scent that sparked up a whirl of thoughts, even when mixed with all the other smells around him.
He was simply waiting now, for her, as he sat on that large stone in the mouth of the cavern, simple, old breeches, were the only thing the barbarian wore for the trip, he had things packed, for weather emergencies, but starting out, he'd not wear so many hindering things.