It takes her some time to find him. The forest looks anew, even if it is now almost a part of herself, and without her tracking spells, locating something within is quite a bit more difficult than she's had to contend with.
For days, maybe longer, she has maintained only a connection with the woods, ensuring the magic is secure, getting to know the creatures within, gathering precious tomes from the Manor and herbs and vegetables from the gardens. She's honestly quite uncertain if she's even slept. For a time, she felt transcendent. And she still does, here amongst the magic she's brought back to this world, bound with the core of her very existence. But undeniably, this life without her own innate powers has begun to wear at her. It is an odd thing to feel entirely transcendent while also vulnerable in a way never before felt.
And so one morning she sets off to find Auryn. They'd not seen one another since the spell. She thought for certain he would try to find her but perhaps her did not know. The sun is high by the time she finds him.
"Auryn." Nerium's brow is wet from the heat of the sun and she wipes it with a soft handkerchief. "I am glad to find you. I thought you might have come looking for me?" But thinking is different than knowing, and she no longer can read the lives and actions of others in the paths they weave.
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Date: 2015-05-20 04:34 pm (UTC)It takes her some time to find him. The forest looks anew, even if it is now almost a part of herself, and without her tracking spells, locating something within is quite a bit more difficult than she's had to contend with.
For days, maybe longer, she has maintained only a connection with the woods, ensuring the magic is secure, getting to know the creatures within, gathering precious tomes from the Manor and herbs and vegetables from the gardens. She's honestly quite uncertain if she's even slept. For a time, she felt transcendent. And she still does, here amongst the magic she's brought back to this world, bound with the core of her very existence. But undeniably, this life without her own innate powers has begun to wear at her. It is an odd thing to feel entirely transcendent while also vulnerable in a way never before felt.
And so one morning she sets off to find Auryn. They'd not seen one another since the spell. She thought for certain he would try to find her but perhaps her did not know. The sun is high by the time she finds him.
"Auryn." Nerium's brow is wet from the heat of the sun and she wipes it with a soft handkerchief. "I am glad to find you. I thought you might have come looking for me?" But thinking is different than knowing, and she no longer can read the lives and actions of others in the paths they weave.