No better place than home.

[Kially Gaith]

((Solo quest, Kially only. Please enjoy! Thanks!))

Just north of Tylmerande plains was dense forest, in the middle south easterly portion of this location was where the child was heading, moving out from Radasanth to return to one of his birth places. Granted, all forests were his birthplace, inherently knowing each and every one from birth, from the mighty oaks to the durable yew, he could happily go to any forest and be at home and peace amongst the leaves.

Home, in the truest sense of home seemed like a tempting idea to the child. Home sickness was quite a burden, it was a good many miles to reach home from Radasanth however…Guess he has a long walk ahead of him, if he wanted to thank the tree and ruins that had once housed him for almost all of his lifetime.

Wandering outside a quiet Radasanth tavern as he stood in the early morning light of 4:37am, he gazed around, not a person to be seen other than those whose jobs required them to be up at the silent crack of dawns mighty whip. To the walls he looked, plastered up with job opportunities and wanted posters.



“Needed! Labourers for nearby farming! Apply within the ‘The Silver pub’ inn for details.”

“Required as soon as possible, piano teacher for young lord, inquire at the L’ledentha residence located on the outskirts of town – Good pay!”

“WANTED! Redálle Tábéul, for 5 accounts of aggravated burglary, 2 accounts of mugging, and 1 account of murder. – Reward – 2000g”
A face-only artist depiction of a sinister looking male Elf placed itself smack bang in the middle.

“WANTED! Thentis Wartim, for theft of a horse, escape from imprisonment and two accounts of actual bodily harm. – Reward – 1500g”
A scrawny looking human male with a scar across his right cheek protruded bluntly from yet another crude drawing.

What was the world coming to? So much violence and hatred for the fellow species around. A simple sigh and a shake of the head, he couldn’t read all that well but the large ‘WANTED’ lettering said it all to him, bad people. He took mental note of those he saw in both pictures as to avoid and quietly made his way to the towns entrance in perfect silence. He was eager to get some peace and be away from the area for a while, especially after that encounter in the alley way and his accidental murder of a thief…

Reaching the gates, he turned to give the town a goodbye, looking over the silent empty streets, it hardly felt the same, having, in the space of four days, already been barged into a store, murdered a standard human and been bought what would hold the child steady on his journey to home, a stew and drink set, safely set away in a cheaply made bag of fur, carried like a rucksack. A tap of his forehead in respect for the building, then as quietly as he’d arrived, he left, on his little journey back into the big world.

[Kially Gaith]

Down the path he graced the floor, passing a travelling merchant on his way to the Bazaar market place to peddle his wares, primarily spices, one of the main imports of Corone, probably to be traded for ore and wood.

A friendly wave and he’d continue on the beaten path, solidified soil trodden down by years upon years of travel, and here was the little lad, following the road of centuries. Staring down at the soil, he couldn’t help but think of those who had passed across it before him. He of course found nothing but dirt and trampled footsteps, but it was interesting to watch such.

The weather was overcast, threatening rain, the boy knew this, and however, wasn’t worried. He had trust in his mother, he was sure his instinct to head home was one of healthy pursuit. A rumble of thunder rumbled in the distance, the storm heading his way and to the capital of Corone.

The path eventually started to pass into that of familiarity…Nature, trees, flowers, the more beautiful things that life offers. “Ahhhh...” Finally, the air was starting to freshen, and it was to become fresher still, feeling a drop or two of rain on his face as it comes in, only a mile and a half away from Corone as was his journey. He still had at the least another 40 miles or so to even the start of his home, the giant forest that had been his lifetime abode until a twinge in his heart had told him to travel. With new experiences, his heart had already started to yearn what he knew best.

The water was a steady pace, picking up to a full blown storm, a strike of lightning in the mountains of the distance. The boy kept his head down as not to be doused with water in his icy blue hues. His adornments were quickly soaked but this did not put a downer on him, he was more used to ‘weathering it out’ than most, having lived in the outdoors for but a long time, still, his common sense told him shelter was the more sensible of ideas, less he catch a sickness. After all, he was skinny and susceptible to cold whether he wished to accept it or not.

Finally the weather, despite his hardiness to it, became too much, and hence he gazed round to find shelter, moving off the beaten path he made his way into a field, where a ruined barn lay at waste, waste that would be soon highly appreciated.

Reaching the barn door, he pushed at it, the door itself collapsed as wood worm had seen to rotting the hinges. Entering inside, he saw naught but dry straw and hay, no moisture past what had leaked in through the many holes in the roof. This was better than nothing, sitting down quietly into a broken stack of hay and straw, mismatched together, he settled, watching the heavy rain and lightning through the broken down door. Warmth was not offered to him, but he had shelter and could at least dry off, perhaps even sleep the night, the following day would be more progressive.

If he could dry off quick enough, he’d set off before nightfall, the sky already darkened and impossible to gauge any approximate time with no sign of sun to indicate even an approximation.

With nothing but a storm to wait out, he’d sit and admire the power of mother, lightning striking here and there whilst thunder growled out it’s heavy burden.

Ahh…Felt good to experience these things again, even after only 4 days of being apart of the large capital.

[Kially Gaith]

With the old barn covered in cob webs, the lad gave time to watch the spiders, one in particular, the size of a finger nail was curiously dashing towards him. Unlike most children, he giggled and watched intently, the spider ran up to his form where the boy promptly presented a hand. The spider eagerly examined the hand of it’s visitor before scuttling up into the primary heat in the middle of the boys palm. Twitching its’ face, it tasted at his natural body salts, before settling its’ abdomen quietly on the boys hand, taking the time to enjoy the heat the boys body provided the spider that had hardly ever knew such an odd source of heat.

Curious and excited eyes flickered over the small thing, examining every last part of the arachnid. Grey abdomen with brown specks and a proportionally smaller head, black in colour. The spider nor boy neither showed worry or fear at the presence of the other, a natural spiritual link kindly held between them. The pair would have had a conversation had they the ability to converse, but alas, the talk was held in eyes alone, both sat in a war of gaze, neither really wanting to move as not to risk perhaps scaring the other.

Eventually, the boy broke the code between the two, reaching out his right hand, he moved to try and pet the little thing. With a large giant heading towards the arachnids torso, it finally panicked and left its’ kindly host, scuttling rapidly towards a hole in the wood of the barn before it can be ‘crushed’ by the much larger creature that it were so unfamiliar with.

Kially watched, pale blue hues giving thought to how it would be to be so small, unable to know the joys of travel or the pleasures of eating many many different foods. It then hit him, he hadn’t ate yet, the thought of food promptly reminded him.

He took his pack off his back and opened it to reveal the only three items he’d brought, each sealed by the lids on top and the spoon waiting to be collected. Removing the stew set, he tapped the lid, speaking the word ‘Chicken’, then carefully removed the lid, revealing hot chicken pieces in hot gravy, a promptu desire for a cold child, a pleasure he was now rather greatful for. Dipping the spoon in, he took up a large amount onto the wooden item, and edged it towards his mouth. He’d never had chicken but it always looked good, so he couldn’t complain. Tentively, he raised the spoon to his mouth and took a tiny sup of the hot chicken gravy, with a giggle of glee and surprise at the odd and somewhat spicy taste, he eagerly finished up with the spoonful, taking a piece of the white meat into a matching coloured mouth, a pink probing tongue testing for taste as he took it in. Being knew to all this ‘hot’ food, he gasped, his mouth suddenly aflame with temperature, something he truly hadn’t expected, swallowing it forcefully as he fans his mouth, speaking to none other than the insectular occupants of the barn. “Hot! Hot! Hot!” He knew what ‘hot’ was, the sun was hot, it had never quite occurred to him that food could be hot. Another new experience he’d add to the list.

In all the excitement he’d not given thought to the storm, but as a sudden gust of cold wind came in through the door, he was harshly reminded about his circumstances. Shivvering at his wet clothes, he took more mouthfuls of chicken stew, very glad that food COULD be hot.

The storm still raged, and it was already going on what the lad could only guesstimate to be around 3pm, his little legs having not rushed his journey as time was on his side, being an angel, he would not physically age, so he had nearly all the time in the world. He just needed to wait this one of mothers tantrums out.

[Kially Gaith]

Kially sat contently, eating his meal as he listened to the pitter patter of heavy rain upon the barns oak roof, the sound, the child found, was very comforting, and in his settlement, he decided best to show his gratitude, whispering such into the air, assured in that he believed his mother would hear it. “…Than-koo.”

The weather seemingly responded, the water fighting itself down, hitting the barn roof harder than it had before, making a stronger and more presidential sound than before, a sign of mother natures unpredictability. Kially revelled in the noise, listening intently as mouthful after mouthful of his free provisions were ate. Chicken, he decided, was good stuff indeed, and the temperature also, was something he was pleased to learn about.

Like all good meals, the chunky chicken pieces in gravy, came to an end, placing the lid back on, the bowl sealed itself tightly with its’ own enchantment, placed carefully back into the bag along with the spoon…Which of course had been licked clean with an eager tongue, taking every last morsel from the spoon, which still retained some of the heat and flavour from his meal.

“Ahhh…” He sighed in relief, he was now a good distance away from the populace of Corone, it sure felt good to have naught but peace and the comforting rain on his side.

Lifting the lid from the cup, he revealed a batch of cool fresh water. Taking idle sips, the child took a moment back to realise the bliss he currently held. A full mouth of water took the thirsty edge his body had held and Kially sat himself back, breathing in a long breath as his body finally relaxed after a good meal.

Finishing the cup of water off, the lid, for this too, was put back in place, vacuum sealing itself safely with its’ own enchantment before Kially slid it back into his little bag. Placing the bag down behind himself, he lay back, propping his head on the bag, using it as a lesser make shift pillow, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d expected, the rounded lid of the bowl proving to be shapely enough not to hurt, adding interlapping palms to the equation made the position all the more settling, it was not long before the child slid into a little nap.