is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
At least to Lasairian, it does. Maybe the rules don't concern everyone, but there were enough reasons as to why this forest feels too much like home for Lasairian to feel true concern. This was the forest that shifted into the library the closer north one went, and there was no place like it in all of Novus. It was his favorite place, and he spent more time there than anywhere else. It called to him, that library with all it's books and knowledge, and Lasairian could not turn away from it. He would not, because it was more his lifeblood than anything else here.
For that reason, the inky dark of it isn't as terrible as it could be. Lasairian knew these trails well enough -- admittedly because he had gotten lost within this forest plenty of times trying to get to the library in earlier days -- so he had been pressed to sort it out for himself, map out within his mind where he was and any landmarks that spoke out to him on his numerous travels. His hooves know where to take him, and Lasairian trusts that by now. It's a strange form to be contained within, but he felt oddly adjusted to it already.
Like most of his new life here, that Lasairian had not expected to go so well. But so much of it seemed to work out in his favor, and he was ever so grateful for that fact. The chill was normal by now to him, though he could not have always said such a thing. There had been no real cold at the Bheo, so it was a weather that differed from what he knew growing up, and something he had been taught to fear. Here, however, Lasairian learned that he could withstand it much better than he had thought possible. Sometimes it even felt nice through his fur.
Eventually, he can see the light out there, something that isn't natural in the musky forest, between the shafts of normal moonlight through the breaks of canopy above. Lasairian moves closer, curious as always, to see what it's all about. Nothing that seems nefarious, once he can make out the lantern shape and the way it glows off an equine form. Lasairian calls out a gentle greeting, unwilling to spook the other in such a setting as this. He means no harm and wants to instill that fact in the other, "hello there," and he proceeds slowly.
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