The path would be long and uneventful; so much was clear to the Mortalborn. The forest which Noth hid in was chosen for a reason; it was a short walk when traveling either north or south towards or from Etzos, but it, on the other hand, stretched out horizontally on the plane. Although travel time and difficulty would greatly improve if they circled around it, the task at hand, and pretty much anything related to the Al’Angyryl, demanded secrecy. Thankfully, the winged female did not seem as annoyingly smug as either Mongrel or Marrow, men whose pride weighted more than their footing on reality.
Although calm in nature, the male’s eyes tried to follow the sneaky female. One moment she was beside him, then she was gone with the shadows. When she emerged, she was up in the trees, and as quickly as she had either flown or climbed, she was back down again. Brow raised, there was nothing but admiration in those blue eyes of his. Even so, he allowed a few moments for her words to settle in.
“Me?” He asked at last, with a gentle chuckle. “I’ve always been from around here, even if I’ve traveled throughout the land. I suppose Etzos has a special place in my heart, given that I helped build it a long time ago.”
The male seemed to drift into thought for a thrill.
“I remember when it was nothing but a small settlement of shabby wooden houses. Back then, our biggest concern was trying to survive the wolf packs that roamed the now extinct woods. Everything around the current Etzos used to be large, maple and chestnut tree forest. I--” Maws cut his story short, shaking his head. “I’m rambling. Anyway, Etzos has changed a lot, and by chance, I stumbled upon our Prince in this very forest. One thing let to another, and with a third associate, who I’m afraid past away, we created our humble operation. It was never meant to be this big, of course, but I guess our Prince had other plans.”
The terrain was tricky to navigate, and the torchlight did not offer much of a help. A bulge created shadows that did not allow preplanning one’s steps, and Maws found himself staring at the ground, and even if somewhat frustrated for not keeping his gaze upon the agile female, he refused to let his expression changed from anything but humble.
“I’ve got questions for you, and given that you’ve admitted siding with Immortals, I assume your answers were truthful. Mine were, too. I appreciate honesty, something that lacks within our little faction. Now, I’m interested to hear about those wings. You said you found them? What is this place of nightmares you speak of? What do you mean ‘side with the Immortals’? Have you met an Immortals? If so, what do they look like?”
The trek had quickly turned into an interrogation, but even so, it would soon come to an end, for the trees grew scarcer, and the darkness of Cylus became more and more bereft of trees and details. The farmlands shouldn’t be far.