_The words held truth, even if not the truth he had wished to hear. Nor deep inside did he find himself wishing to spend longer on those words then he must, but… he must. If the nature of the wolf is to be a wolf, how much can it be such, if it knows not what a wolf is. It is still one inside perhaps, but it will forever find itself doing things and not knowing why, thinking things and not knowing why, desiring something other then what it was, and forever not knowing why.
The words held truth, but brought little comfort.
The world was a harsh and unforgiving place, and what comfort was there to find? Family no longer. Home no longer. Elf no longer. How many times had the last shredded thing he clung to been taken from him now? And every little tear, every little pull, every time his last breath was given... it was but layers peeling from the core. That core was strong. That core was hardened. That core was what said when all else fails, you can stand alone. When all else is taken, you find yourself. Home, friends, family. In exile you find the Lone Wolf, and the Lone Wolf has what it needs to survive this existence.
The words held truth, but for once in the old elf's long life... they brought no solace.
Deep within the forest of Lethyr, an elf wrapped in a tattered cloak that seemed to flutter in no wind, longsword strapped to his back next to a bowcase holding an unstrung bow, stepped from nothing in to a small ravine that held a pool of water. Following him was a red-headed half elf, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and dressed in leathers. While the half elf's eyes were drawn to almost everything of the ancient forest, the elf's was drawn first and foremost to a rock up slightly in the wall.
"What we seek... we will not find.. here. We will.. be moving west and quickly. Do not.. call a guardian.. do not open a path.. only point out if one is close... or rough direction. I will move us as quickly as.. possible."
The half elf seemingly more amused then anything, nods with at least a somewhat serious look to his face, "Honestly, Sy'wyn, you only pique my curiosity more and more. Will you be mapping then?"
The only response was a soft grunt, and a light tap of one finger to the elf's temple, as he immediately set out through the far end of the ravine and into the more open woodlands, following the stream with a light and quick step, the leather clad half elf moving swiftly behind him at a light trot. So the day passed, the elf pausing now and then following some path that only he seemed able to see, and motioning to the red head, who would close his eyes in concentration, then sometimes nod and point a direction, sometimes shake his head and always to a blank and neutral expression from the elf.
Further out, and silence falls for awhile, before a light prayer from the elf opens a doorway in front of the two. With a long look at the door, the elf says softly, "We have.. crossed as much as the path.. as I know so far... from here... I will be moving us outwards in a circle... direction will be more important.. then actual location in this..." Ducking his head slightly, the elf steps through the doorway in to another part of the woodlands, the druid behind him again. A moment of pause, then another doorway, another leaf strewn woodland scene, another doorway, a glade with the sunlight coming down in slashes of light, another doorway, a thin stream of water working its way across deep rocks silent and still, another doorway, and another. A flicker of woodland scenes, elf and half elf, and no staying in one place for longer then it took for a pointing finger to be raised, or a negative response to anything.
In a woodland clearing, with a small cave opening hidden well by underbrush, the two appear finally, the elf looking more worn then he cares to admit. The elf motions to the barely seen cave, "There are.. blankets.. bedding."A faint smile touches his lips a moment, "check the cabinet.. within for food perhaps. I will.. return you to your home in the morning.." with a soft step, he turns and heads off aways from the clearing, before settling down in to a sitting position, looking off at nothing, and leaving a heavily confused Jerrick to ponder on what may have been the point of this excursion._
