12-03-2014, 06:36 AM
When the male decided to tune things out, it was not simple as ignoring them. He literally shut them out of his system of things he was not in sync with. He sat calmly in the tree, obtaining a sleep like calm when he was done preparing his arrows. In his eyes, he did not see the natural hues of life, animals to even his current company's skin tones, but the mere force of life that drew them together in bright blue shades. From a distance, he could see the ants deep inside their hills, the serpents swimming out the water and even the bears resting in their caves and that was just within a thirty mile radius. Aster was not even asleep, but merely rejuvenating his body nonetheless.
Staying around certain figures only cemented how much he hated this entire idea of having to tag along and make sure everything went accordingly well. If it was not true as he just witnessed, he would say to leave them to the elements and let the gods decide. His elders were curious because of Ryne's choice of words and now he was on a task he had to fulfill. When he did go back, he did lie of course. If they hated him, they would hate an entire council breathing down their necks in just that forest alone if he revealed a bit too much.
When the sun had rose, Aster was well gone again, not one to favor being in one spot for far too long. He went ahead to scout the Marshes. Riptors were more likely to be swimming in the murky waters and prowling inside the thick grasses than they were to be doing anything else. He wanted to be alone anyways for the current moment. It allowed him to hear fully and see everything correctly, which was why he hated the marshes. They only had a few trees and high grounds and the mud was enough to make short work of some of his movement if he was bounded down by heavy clothes. Nonetheless, there he was, at the edge of the forest, scanning over everything already.
Staying around certain figures only cemented how much he hated this entire idea of having to tag along and make sure everything went accordingly well. If it was not true as he just witnessed, he would say to leave them to the elements and let the gods decide. His elders were curious because of Ryne's choice of words and now he was on a task he had to fulfill. When he did go back, he did lie of course. If they hated him, they would hate an entire council breathing down their necks in just that forest alone if he revealed a bit too much.
When the sun had rose, Aster was well gone again, not one to favor being in one spot for far too long. He went ahead to scout the Marshes. Riptors were more likely to be swimming in the murky waters and prowling inside the thick grasses than they were to be doing anything else. He wanted to be alone anyways for the current moment. It allowed him to hear fully and see everything correctly, which was why he hated the marshes. They only had a few trees and high grounds and the mud was enough to make short work of some of his movement if he was bounded down by heavy clothes. Nonetheless, there he was, at the edge of the forest, scanning over everything already.