sometimes bad guys make the best good guys
A hot summer sun flared against his back, bringing out the subtleties of crimson and mahogany within Reichenbach's dark skin as he stepped purposefully through the Prairie. The closing of the Gates had made him just as uncomfortable as everyone else, despite his attempts to appear calm and collected — he didn't like being stuck in one place.
Though admittedly he could not ask for a better prison.
Denocte was wild and beautiful and as free as she had always been. The Lake still whispered as it was kissed by the breeze, its depths still lay uncharted and unknown... the magic and wonder of his home had not dwindled in any way. Whether the Gates lay open or closed, that would never change. He had not come to the Prairie to think of the Gates, though. He'd come to collect herbs and medicines for the Healers, if only so that his hands would be busy.
*His lashes brushed the rough planes of his cheeks as he searched for the little purple flowers that grew so extensively through the rolling hills — Bee Balm and Blue Vervain, though the names meant very little to him. He'd never been very good at healing... he was too chaotic, too rough.. and his mind wandered and found itself lost too easily. There was a certain peace and calm that a healer had to possess, and he did not have it.
Still... gathering flowers was a pleasant enough activity, and wonderfully lonesome. While he was prepared to listen to the concerns of his people, he did not quite have the patience that their Champion of Community had.
*There! Reichenbach strode to a particularly thick-spread patch of purple, eyeing the blooming flower and trying to remember which it was — Bee Balm or Vervain. Both were required... so after a moment he started collecting the dainty flower, using his telekinesis to tuck the plant into a satchel he had borrowed from the kitchen.
@Vaella a chance for them to meet and earn some EXP! *Sections marked with a star mark exp earning sections of post xx
Though admittedly he could not ask for a better prison.
Denocte was wild and beautiful and as free as she had always been. The Lake still whispered as it was kissed by the breeze, its depths still lay uncharted and unknown... the magic and wonder of his home had not dwindled in any way. Whether the Gates lay open or closed, that would never change. He had not come to the Prairie to think of the Gates, though. He'd come to collect herbs and medicines for the Healers, if only so that his hands would be busy.
*His lashes brushed the rough planes of his cheeks as he searched for the little purple flowers that grew so extensively through the rolling hills — Bee Balm and Blue Vervain, though the names meant very little to him. He'd never been very good at healing... he was too chaotic, too rough.. and his mind wandered and found itself lost too easily. There was a certain peace and calm that a healer had to possess, and he did not have it.
Still... gathering flowers was a pleasant enough activity, and wonderfully lonesome. While he was prepared to listen to the concerns of his people, he did not quite have the patience that their Champion of Community had.
*There! Reichenbach strode to a particularly thick-spread patch of purple, eyeing the blooming flower and trying to remember which it was — Bee Balm or Vervain. Both were required... so after a moment he started collecting the dainty flower, using his telekinesis to tuck the plant into a satchel he had borrowed from the kitchen.
@Vaella a chance for them to meet and earn some EXP! *Sections marked with a star mark exp earning sections of post xx
