Cabin in the Willow Woods, Outside of Ne'haer
There was something peaceful about being in nature. Avrae had always thought so, though there weren’t as many forests near Sirothelle. The Aukari mercenary had never spent much time in nature, particularly because of how many forest fires had been committed by his race. It was just wiser to keep to stone paths, particularly in dry seasons. However, that night, just after sunset, he found himself yearning for the peace and quiet the woods would provide. Leaving Ailluin in the room at the inn they had rented for the night, he made his way through the city of Ne’haer, foot steps quiet and fast as he strolled through the dwindling crowds. It was still strange to him to be in Ne’haer, even though he’d arrived some trials ago. There were so many different races and people, each living their lives with their own hardships. The last few seasons in Sirothelle had made him forget what it was like- to realize that he was as foreign to them as they were to him. In Sirothelle, everyone was… predictable, to Avrae. Similar, in a way, even when they weren’t. He was just used to it, but here everything had him on edge. It wasn’t surprising that he felt the need to get out of the city for a bit.
As he slipped through the grand gates of the city, he made a beeline for the stables, and for his newly bought horse- Kadu. Working quickly, it wasn’t long before he was sat in the saddle and leading his horse towards the treeline in a gallop. After a while of traversing through the thick foliage of the woods, listening to the lullaby of the bugs that made their home in the trees, Avrae came to a stop in a meadow. Sliding off Kadu’s saddle, he pat the horse on the muzzle lightly, “Good boy.” He murmured as he moved to tie him up to a tree. Once he was done, Avrae worked his way to the middle of the meadow, dropping down to his knees. Finally. Some time for meditation and my thoughts. He thought, relieved for the forest’s sanctuary that night. It wasn’t exactly a safe place to let his guard down, but the city was no safer, at least to Avrae. Sighing, the red haired male eased himself into a comfortable sitting position, hands on his knees, raising his head up to the sky. A full moon that night, it bathed the meadow in a silver glow, even making Avrae seem like he was just a spirit of the night. Taking deep, calming breaths of the night air, Avrae let his eyes close, just focusing on his own solitude. At least, until it was interrupted.