Cassian stumbles to a halt just outside the wall of shadows, uncommon frown tugging at his lips. Then, he sighs. He had been searching for what felt like ages, and now, when he’s certain he’s finally found her, she has surrounded herself by very angry looking shadows. He’s beginning to think she was avoiding him.
Fine then, he would wait. He’s very good at being patient.
Which is of course a lie. He’s terrible at being patient. After all, hadn’t he just trekked all over heck and back looking for her? When he had finally gone to Nerine, he had found some… interesting things. Or rather, someone interesting. Noel had introduced him (though first he had been surprised and delighted to learn about her triplets. Which quite possibly delayed him for a day or two). Anyway, after a rather flummoxing conversation (involving being asked if he knew his siblings thought he was pretty tasty???), he’d been rather unceremoniously pointed in this direction.
Truth be told, he’s still baffled about the whole encounter. But, as it turns out, the rather strange guardian of Nerine was probably right. So, with another sigh, he settles in to wait.
He’s not quite sure how long it is - or how many branches he’s flung or leaves he’s shredded - but eventually he falls asleep leaning against a tree trunk, still waiting. Very patiently, he might add. Never mind that the trees are practically denuded to the approximate height he can reach on tippy toes. That doesn’t count.
@[Beryl]