20th of Glade, Year 120 of the Age of Steel
Even if Glade was widely regarded to be an auspicious season, Riven's new year was starting awfully. The pain had gone away, but staying at home alone had been hard for him. Taelian was gone, and he had no news. Talon was gone, and given how things had ended, he didn't expect to see his friend in a long time. And the more he stayed in the Novalys state, the worse he felt. He had ended up grabbing his bag and some food and flying off to the Wildking's Forge to the West. The Frost snows still lasted over the landscape, but he knew that the thick forest canopy would keep the ground rather clear. The cold wasn't an issue.
And there he was, walking around, notes in hand. The Forge was probably the largest forest in Ransera; Riven had seen it extend from the edges of Lorien and Daravin, and he knew it went all the way to the Ashen Wastes, where all life ended. In Kalzasi it made him feel at peace; life bloomed all over and resisted even the hardest blizzards, and if one paid attention, he could see all kinds of little and not so little creatures. Lizards, snakes, birds large and small, squirrels, tanukis... and Minova bats. He smiled; even the wild ones were curious enough to approach mortals. He searched in his bag and pulled out some blueberries. Pulling his hand out and raising it up in the air, he let a peach pink bat approach him cautiously and grab a few with its little claws, flying back to a tree to enjoy them. Another one showed up, and one after the other; they all approached him and grabbed as many berries as they could, then flew away. He kinda missed Trinket, Talon's bat.
He kept striding through the forest; as long as he didn't stumble across something too big and too fearsome, like a thunder tora, things would be alright. He ended up in a clearing, a rounded patch of snow-covered grass walled by one of the mountain cliffs. It was a good place to rest and draw a little bit, practice his recording skills. The air was fresh and the Glade breeze made the temperature way more pleasant, even if it still snowed from time to time, and so he melted a patch of ground with a small fireball and then pushed the water away with his magic. He sat there, pulling his notes out to record a bit of the same old thing; small fauna crawling through trees and cute fluffy bats.
Even if Glade was widely regarded to be an auspicious season, Riven's new year was starting awfully. The pain had gone away, but staying at home alone had been hard for him. Taelian was gone, and he had no news. Talon was gone, and given how things had ended, he didn't expect to see his friend in a long time. And the more he stayed in the Novalys state, the worse he felt. He had ended up grabbing his bag and some food and flying off to the Wildking's Forge to the West. The Frost snows still lasted over the landscape, but he knew that the thick forest canopy would keep the ground rather clear. The cold wasn't an issue.
And there he was, walking around, notes in hand. The Forge was probably the largest forest in Ransera; Riven had seen it extend from the edges of Lorien and Daravin, and he knew it went all the way to the Ashen Wastes, where all life ended. In Kalzasi it made him feel at peace; life bloomed all over and resisted even the hardest blizzards, and if one paid attention, he could see all kinds of little and not so little creatures. Lizards, snakes, birds large and small, squirrels, tanukis... and Minova bats. He smiled; even the wild ones were curious enough to approach mortals. He searched in his bag and pulled out some blueberries. Pulling his hand out and raising it up in the air, he let a peach pink bat approach him cautiously and grab a few with its little claws, flying back to a tree to enjoy them. Another one showed up, and one after the other; they all approached him and grabbed as many berries as they could, then flew away. He kinda missed Trinket, Talon's bat.
He kept striding through the forest; as long as he didn't stumble across something too big and too fearsome, like a thunder tora, things would be alright. He ended up in a clearing, a rounded patch of snow-covered grass walled by one of the mountain cliffs. It was a good place to rest and draw a little bit, practice his recording skills. The air was fresh and the Glade breeze made the temperature way more pleasant, even if it still snowed from time to time, and so he melted a patch of ground with a small fireball and then pushed the water away with his magic. He sat there, pulling his notes out to record a bit of the same old thing; small fauna crawling through trees and cute fluffy bats.