Solo Not Quite a Bullseye.

[Medhozic]

Time Stamp: 27th of Winter, 513AV. Sometimes, solitary was the best company that he could ever wish for. After all, it gave him time to reflect on things. Not like with the others - how they always pressured him with questions, answers.. other nonsense. Sometimes they gave valuable information, were helpful, even kind. Sometimes they did even more than that, and he would be happy and proud to call them acquaintances... but he was no party-goer, nor a master of speech-craft. He could not weave tales with words and neither did he have much that would be interesting to hear, and so he left for the comfort of the woods and the only conversation to be the small wild creatures that wandered around its surface. One day, he would be able to call a world like it home. Not that day.. probably not the next. Some time, though. And he'd separate himself from the rest of them. Most likely sooner than later, he would travel - the sight of Syliras and its inhabitants had become stagnant the closer he pushed at its surface and found its underside. It was not as safe as he'd once believed.. but then, he hadn't really expected the best sanctuary in the world, far from it. In the forests, nobody gave judgement but the trees, standing like silent armored juggernauts with shadows cast far over the floor. It would look so much more beautiful in the spring. Every person had a preference of season, and his was certainly not the winter. Not just because he was a hunter.. and there would be little chance of hunting, although he'd managed to get it out of the way with a bit of help. Mainly because everything just seemed dead. The trees were mere skeletons of what they'd once been, and the ground was lost under the mountains of white powder that stuck like sand to the deserts. It was worse than a desert though, because it was a graveyard - at least in the deserts, there would be nothing there. Nothing to see, nothing that had ever been. But merely a few seasons ago, there had been so much life. And now, it was all gone - buried, forgotten. Tragedy.