Closing In On A Roadblock
9th of First Bloom, 122nd Year, A.o.S. (Glade 39)
He awoke as daybreak had already filtered over the distant horizon, and the campfire from the night prior was nothing but hot ash within the pit he'd made. Rickter had an old church just beyond the river next to the rails he could stop at for the night, and in doing so, he'd setup a few wards to keep himself safe from any potential dangers in the immediate vicinity. Not that he'd smelled of any threats when he arrived, it was just a place he thought would serve as a minor shelter, even if sleeping within it gave him the willies throughout the night.
When he'd awoke within his tent though, he got up and started to pack everything away. Soon as he was gone the wards would lift as well, though, he wasn't keen on setting off on an empty stomach. Truth be told Rickter didn't expect to cover so much ground the way he did, and when he'd felt his stamina reserves drained from constant aether consumption, well the old church was thankfully as good of a place as any to seek shelter for the night. After he dug out rations from his bag, Rickter started to multitask by nibbling as he moved, his hands kept busy with packing everything as he gradually filled his gut over the next five minutes.
Once he finished his preparations the wolf gauged his surroundings once more, considerate of the landmark before he started his walk back toward the river. It was an easy thing to cross for someone such as him, after all, so when he reached the riverbank and hopped across; Rickter's boots hit the muddy ground with a firm squish beneath his feet. At the top of the hill next to the river, the train tracks he had ridden by just application of Kinetics. Honestly, he'd never thought he'd be doing shit like this out in the wilds... yet here he was.
It was his determination to reach the city of Zaichaer alone if feasible, knowing that when he arrived, he'd have other friends to help get him inside somehow. But that was for another day, for now, he just needed to get there. Thus as the wayward warrior approached the rails, he stood on the same line he rode yesterday, with boots pointed toward the center of the tracks also. Not much further from here I think... Given that he'd covered nearly two hundred miles in one day, he felt that if he really wanted to, he could push himself harder and hit Zaichaer before the night's end. Of course, knowing that overexerting himself before he even arrived was never a good option.
Therefore, Rickter took it upon himself to cover just the same general amount again today if he could. His aether reserves had plenty of time to rest overnight after all, and after the experiments with Seeming yesterday, he knew he had a good hour or two before he'd need to take a break. Alright. Time to move. He told himself for the lack of companions in his vicinity, somehow feeling both comforted and anxious by that fact at the same time. Would they be okay without him? How long before they would come searching? No matter how much his mind wanted to wonder, he remained fixed on the obstacle before him rather than the ones he left behind.
They would be fine, of that he had to believe. Thus with a deep breath taken in Rickter shifted his stance, his knees bent as he adjusted the alignment of his toes. With a slow wave of his left hand before him he channeled aether, activating his boots as well to enable their Seeming properties, before he felt the air around him slowly stir into a constant breeze. The wolf started out slow as he did yesterday, gradually picking up speed as he slid along the rail, before he reached a pace quick enough to feel the wind rushing against him once more.
9th of First Bloom, 122nd Year, A.o.S. (Glade 39)
He awoke as daybreak had already filtered over the distant horizon, and the campfire from the night prior was nothing but hot ash within the pit he'd made. Rickter had an old church just beyond the river next to the rails he could stop at for the night, and in doing so, he'd setup a few wards to keep himself safe from any potential dangers in the immediate vicinity. Not that he'd smelled of any threats when he arrived, it was just a place he thought would serve as a minor shelter, even if sleeping within it gave him the willies throughout the night.
When he'd awoke within his tent though, he got up and started to pack everything away. Soon as he was gone the wards would lift as well, though, he wasn't keen on setting off on an empty stomach. Truth be told Rickter didn't expect to cover so much ground the way he did, and when he'd felt his stamina reserves drained from constant aether consumption, well the old church was thankfully as good of a place as any to seek shelter for the night. After he dug out rations from his bag, Rickter started to multitask by nibbling as he moved, his hands kept busy with packing everything as he gradually filled his gut over the next five minutes.
Once he finished his preparations the wolf gauged his surroundings once more, considerate of the landmark before he started his walk back toward the river. It was an easy thing to cross for someone such as him, after all, so when he reached the riverbank and hopped across; Rickter's boots hit the muddy ground with a firm squish beneath his feet. At the top of the hill next to the river, the train tracks he had ridden by just application of Kinetics. Honestly, he'd never thought he'd be doing shit like this out in the wilds... yet here he was.
It was his determination to reach the city of Zaichaer alone if feasible, knowing that when he arrived, he'd have other friends to help get him inside somehow. But that was for another day, for now, he just needed to get there. Thus as the wayward warrior approached the rails, he stood on the same line he rode yesterday, with boots pointed toward the center of the tracks also. Not much further from here I think... Given that he'd covered nearly two hundred miles in one day, he felt that if he really wanted to, he could push himself harder and hit Zaichaer before the night's end. Of course, knowing that overexerting himself before he even arrived was never a good option.
Therefore, Rickter took it upon himself to cover just the same general amount again today if he could. His aether reserves had plenty of time to rest overnight after all, and after the experiments with Seeming yesterday, he knew he had a good hour or two before he'd need to take a break. Alright. Time to move. He told himself for the lack of companions in his vicinity, somehow feeling both comforted and anxious by that fact at the same time. Would they be okay without him? How long before they would come searching? No matter how much his mind wanted to wonder, he remained fixed on the obstacle before him rather than the ones he left behind.
They would be fine, of that he had to believe. Thus with a deep breath taken in Rickter shifted his stance, his knees bent as he adjusted the alignment of his toes. With a slow wave of his left hand before him he channeled aether, activating his boots as well to enable their Seeming properties, before he felt the air around him slowly stir into a constant breeze. The wolf started out slow as he did yesterday, gradually picking up speed as he slid along the rail, before he reached a pace quick enough to feel the wind rushing against him once more.
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"Rickter" Rickter
"Rickter" Rickter
