Birdhouse in Your Soul
Destyn had been enjoying the break from Kalzasi that the expedition represented. He was still able to check in with his little family regularly, with the aid of the Amulet of Wandering Torin forged for him, but he much preferred the comforting chaos found under a canopy of trees than the neat symmetry of man-made homes. He really only returned to Kalzasi for the cuddles, at this point. Mostly he spent his time nearby, albeit not necessarily in the company of, the expedition party that had set off on the deck of The Duck earlier in the season.
Like most days he spent in South Ecith, today Destyn was exploring and foraging. He liked to acquaint himself with the new flora and fauna to be found so far afield of the lands he once roamed with his whilom clan. The energy was so different here, and life was more densely abundant given the warmer climate. He had yet to see one, but the notion of the Ecithian 'primals' about which he'd heard, fascinated him. Even without having encountered any, he felt as though their presence was infused into the very land.
It was nearing sundown and, after a day of snacking on berries and buggies, Destyn decided he was keen on a larger meal. He flitted up to pluck a coconut from atop a palm tree, then he flew over to a rocky area and flew up high so he could drop the coconut onto a boulder. Or so he attempted, though he missed the rock on his first go of it.
"A dhiabhail!" He cried in vexation, as his coconut tumbled unharmed onto a patch of grass. He dove down to try again. The second attempt hit the rock, but only did superficial damage to the shell of the coconut. It wasn't until the fifth try that it broke in half and, by that point, the Fae found he had an audience.
"Oh, hi!" He grinned to the veritable green giantess towering over him, "Want half of my coconut?"
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Like most days he spent in South Ecith, today Destyn was exploring and foraging. He liked to acquaint himself with the new flora and fauna to be found so far afield of the lands he once roamed with his whilom clan. The energy was so different here, and life was more densely abundant given the warmer climate. He had yet to see one, but the notion of the Ecithian 'primals' about which he'd heard, fascinated him. Even without having encountered any, he felt as though their presence was infused into the very land.
It was nearing sundown and, after a day of snacking on berries and buggies, Destyn decided he was keen on a larger meal. He flitted up to pluck a coconut from atop a palm tree, then he flew over to a rocky area and flew up high so he could drop the coconut onto a boulder. Or so he attempted, though he missed the rock on his first go of it.
"A dhiabhail!" He cried in vexation, as his coconut tumbled unharmed onto a patch of grass. He dove down to try again. The second attempt hit the rock, but only did superficial damage to the shell of the coconut. It wasn't until the fifth try that it broke in half and, by that point, the Fae found he had an audience.
"Oh, hi!" He grinned to the veritable green giantess towering over him, "Want half of my coconut?"