10-08-2018, 09:44 AM
Vulgaris
He hasn’t been to Sylva since Arthas asked for his help in taking their throne but, to be fair, he’s been rather busy with his own affairs. Vulgaris feels more at ease about venturing away from Loess after having spoken to Wolfbane about his concerns. The others would keep an eye out for his family, he tells himself. They won’t let harm come to Adna or Leliana so long as they remain within the borders. He sets off at dawn and travels south to the neighboring kingdom, arriving very shortly after he left home. Vulgaris had forgotten just how close they were.
He crosses into Sylva without hesitation and examines the forest curiously for a while. It’s quieter here, despite the cries of cicadas and the occasional birds chirping overhead. Despite its reputation among the other kingdoms, he can see the allure that Sylva has for others. Had Wolfbane not been so driven to keep Vulgaris within the borders of Loess, he might have chosen this place as his home instead.
But it’s not the time for the what if’s and could-have-been. The thin pupils of his sage green eyes search across the forest for the queen, one of the many important figures of today that he had not met. Adna was adamant that her father should make more friends and shooed him from their usual bonding time today. He wonders if perhaps it is a ploy to get time to herself but he relents all the same. Children have to get into trouble at some point or they’ll never learn some of the important lessons, he supposes. Let her have her mischief just for today.
The serpent comes to a stop near the heart of Sylva and waits patiently for be noticed.
He crosses into Sylva without hesitation and examines the forest curiously for a while. It’s quieter here, despite the cries of cicadas and the occasional birds chirping overhead. Despite its reputation among the other kingdoms, he can see the allure that Sylva has for others. Had Wolfbane not been so driven to keep Vulgaris within the borders of Loess, he might have chosen this place as his home instead.
But it’s not the time for the what if’s and could-have-been. The thin pupils of his sage green eyes search across the forest for the queen, one of the many important figures of today that he had not met. Adna was adamant that her father should make more friends and shooed him from their usual bonding time today. He wonders if perhaps it is a ploy to get time to herself but he relents all the same. Children have to get into trouble at some point or they’ll never learn some of the important lessons, he supposes. Let her have her mischief just for today.
The serpent comes to a stop near the heart of Sylva and waits patiently for be noticed.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "