Arguing with the tree in what might not be a verbal tongue at all, yet it looked rather heated and confused, after all being told one was in a place they'd never even heard of when they'd just been a mile or two from where they were currently calling home just previously wasn't the most pleasant experience. And the tree's all looked different to him, for the most part, not quite right. His magic close, but still so far apart.
He was dressed in a loose linen shirt and tight leather trousers, a belt had a sword on it, a boy strapped to his back with a quiver of arrows hiding under his thick mane of hair he hadn't done up today, yet he reached for neither. He'd been out to get his friend some meat for supper, or for him, it didn't really matter, all that mattered was this wasn't home and these nymphs weren't any the wiser than him, or, at least, they weren't confessing to him what had happened.
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Date: 2012-08-05 08:56 am (UTC)From:He was dressed in a loose linen shirt and tight leather trousers, a belt had a sword on it, a boy strapped to his back with a quiver of arrows hiding under his thick mane of hair he hadn't done up today, yet he reached for neither. He'd been out to get his friend some meat for supper, or for him, it didn't really matter, all that mattered was this wasn't home and these nymphs weren't any the wiser than him, or, at least, they weren't confessing to him what had happened.