Boundless.
It was the word that had tied three young souls together, binding them beyond loyalty to city, blood, or destiny. Three people, disillusioned with the system that raised them, and unaccepting of the future presented to them, instead deciding to forcibly break the chains of fate to forge their own paths. To be quite honest, for how serious a choice it was, the act of leaving actually felt quite... casual.
There wouldn't be much that Kor missed about Vel Anir, or its territories. In fact, the blind, hooded boy who rode in the back of a two-horse wagon could think of only three things that he would be loathe to leave behind. One of them was driving the cart, one would be meeting them in hopefully only a few weeks time, and the third had been dead for some time. The now-exiled Dreadlord Initiate didn't like to cling to regrets, but he did wish he'd have been able to bring her too.
Oh well. He'd remember her, in his own way.
First, he and Larkin needed to worry about actually making it out of the territories without incident. Not a particularly simple feat when forced to travel in a manner so... conspicuous. Not the two-horse wagon, mind you, but the oversized covering over the back, containing no less than a dozen caged birds surrounding the cross-legged Kor on all sides. He couldn't simply leave the flock behind, and many of his younger companions were not adept enough to find him over such substantial distances.
This would have to do, at least until they were out of the thickest of Anir's land. Then he could release them without worry of too much notice. For now, the cramped quarters were his home, and not a cozy one at that.
"Any sign of pursuit?" He called forward to his friend, opening his eyes despite their nonfunction. He'd learned it to be a polite gesture, if nothing more. "We might be far enough now that we can stop and release the flock. Dumping these cages will speed us up quite a bit." Zephyrine intended to help him build a structure for his birds when they reunited. Their would be no use for the old, rusting cages he'd crafted as an Initiate with a distaste for socializing.
A town did loom in the distance, one they could reach in less than an hour. Though it held inherent risk, Larkin had certainly earned a rest. Releasing the birds and hiding away at an inn for a spell didn't seem the worst idea, though not entirely safe.
Larkin
It was the word that had tied three young souls together, binding them beyond loyalty to city, blood, or destiny. Three people, disillusioned with the system that raised them, and unaccepting of the future presented to them, instead deciding to forcibly break the chains of fate to forge their own paths. To be quite honest, for how serious a choice it was, the act of leaving actually felt quite... casual.
There wouldn't be much that Kor missed about Vel Anir, or its territories. In fact, the blind, hooded boy who rode in the back of a two-horse wagon could think of only three things that he would be loathe to leave behind. One of them was driving the cart, one would be meeting them in hopefully only a few weeks time, and the third had been dead for some time. The now-exiled Dreadlord Initiate didn't like to cling to regrets, but he did wish he'd have been able to bring her too.
Oh well. He'd remember her, in his own way.
First, he and Larkin needed to worry about actually making it out of the territories without incident. Not a particularly simple feat when forced to travel in a manner so... conspicuous. Not the two-horse wagon, mind you, but the oversized covering over the back, containing no less than a dozen caged birds surrounding the cross-legged Kor on all sides. He couldn't simply leave the flock behind, and many of his younger companions were not adept enough to find him over such substantial distances.
This would have to do, at least until they were out of the thickest of Anir's land. Then he could release them without worry of too much notice. For now, the cramped quarters were his home, and not a cozy one at that.
"Any sign of pursuit?" He called forward to his friend, opening his eyes despite their nonfunction. He'd learned it to be a polite gesture, if nothing more. "We might be far enough now that we can stop and release the flock. Dumping these cages will speed us up quite a bit." Zephyrine intended to help him build a structure for his birds when they reunited. Their would be no use for the old, rusting cages he'd crafted as an Initiate with a distaste for socializing.
A town did loom in the distance, one they could reach in less than an hour. Though it held inherent risk, Larkin had certainly earned a rest. Releasing the birds and hiding away at an inn for a spell didn't seem the worst idea, though not entirely safe.
Larkin
