He ranged out a bit further from the others for a change of pace—it was nice, in a way, though it wasn’t like they didn’t know where he was. His father had tasked him with a little bit of scouting beyond their normal range, having deemed their surroundings safe; Altair couldn’t have turned down the chance, let alone the responsibility.
It was liberating, though the boy had become troubled.
If this was a dream, it was pretty elaborate. Not just the usual sort where something was just slightly out of place enough to notice. He had noticed what he could have considered anomalies, like the absence of his siblings. There were long days and nights that he wouldn’t have considered out of the norm, if this was the norm… and he had too many growing doubts that this was really still a dream.
Ranging through the thick forests along the lower climes of the mountainous region, he tried to keep his mind off of it. At first it hadn’t been difficult at all, but as he fell into what he considered to be the more boring parts of exploration, his thoughts wandered a bit. It was distracting, but not quite enough to totally take him out of the picture on what was going on around him; it would have been too risky to do something like that. Things may have been safe, but he knew better—Dirge may have instilled a passion of the world in them, but Hydra had raised all of her children to stay alert and prepared.
He paused at a small, mossy knoll to gather himself; the sun already arcing high in the sky through the canopies of the mixed timber. It was chilly, his breath still rolling out in thick plumes. The wind didn’t bite as bad here as it did higher up, but things were certainly a lot more damp. But winter’s hold was beginning to loosen its grasp, he thought, for even here where sunbeams fell the snow did not linger as greatly.
The knoll was a natural impasse—he could have stayed along the elevation he was at and continue forging his own path, or could he have descended some to follow game trails. His nose worked the scents, though nothing out of the ordinary crossed him. Nothing too familiar did either, but disappointment did not knit its way across his brow.
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It was liberating, though the boy had become troubled.
If this was a dream, it was pretty elaborate. Not just the usual sort where something was just slightly out of place enough to notice. He had noticed what he could have considered anomalies, like the absence of his siblings. There were long days and nights that he wouldn’t have considered out of the norm, if this was the norm… and he had too many growing doubts that this was really still a dream.
Ranging through the thick forests along the lower climes of the mountainous region, he tried to keep his mind off of it. At first it hadn’t been difficult at all, but as he fell into what he considered to be the more boring parts of exploration, his thoughts wandered a bit. It was distracting, but not quite enough to totally take him out of the picture on what was going on around him; it would have been too risky to do something like that. Things may have been safe, but he knew better—Dirge may have instilled a passion of the world in them, but Hydra had raised all of her children to stay alert and prepared.
He paused at a small, mossy knoll to gather himself; the sun already arcing high in the sky through the canopies of the mixed timber. It was chilly, his breath still rolling out in thick plumes. The wind didn’t bite as bad here as it did higher up, but things were certainly a lot more damp. But winter’s hold was beginning to loosen its grasp, he thought, for even here where sunbeams fell the snow did not linger as greatly.
The knoll was a natural impasse—he could have stayed along the elevation he was at and continue forging his own path, or could he have descended some to follow game trails. His nose worked the scents, though nothing out of the ordinary crossed him. Nothing too familiar did either, but disappointment did not knit its way across his brow.
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