[Open Post] Enter World, Light Unshone
Oh, he knows - knows he has wounded them terribly with his disappearance, knows they have sought him, but too many things drove him into the cool silence of the woods for solitude, and meditation, and some peace of mind. It has become much easier to understand Carnistir.
He has whispered charms to the trees and the water and the earth to hide his traces: no scrape or footprint in the soft ground to reveal his passing, no bent blade of grass to reveal his presence, no whiff of scent that was not scattered by the winds, and no news from the rustle of the trees to friend or enemy. In centuries wandering the mortal world and faced with the choice between concealment and capture, he has chosen the former. It is not magic, only a quiet skill long practiced, a plea of adjustment to his surroundings to hide him more completely. If he wants to remain unseen, few can find him.
Not even his own kin. Not even on a hunt like the one a few days ago.
But he remains open to influences, longings, sorrows, anger, and so here he is, returned, slipped inside like a sleight of hand -- the door to his room ajar, and Makalaure stretched out resting on the single bed, in the single room, that is only his now, Makalaure wandering the Mansion's hallways, Makalaure sitting in the common room, touching things and watching people to refamiliarize himself with them.
OOC: He is back. I hope this works for everyone, feel free to bump into him wherever. I hope this works for everyone -- if not, let me know and I'll adjust it accordingly?
He has whispered charms to the trees and the water and the earth to hide his traces: no scrape or footprint in the soft ground to reveal his passing, no bent blade of grass to reveal his presence, no whiff of scent that was not scattered by the winds, and no news from the rustle of the trees to friend or enemy. In centuries wandering the mortal world and faced with the choice between concealment and capture, he has chosen the former. It is not magic, only a quiet skill long practiced, a plea of adjustment to his surroundings to hide him more completely. If he wants to remain unseen, few can find him.
Not even his own kin. Not even on a hunt like the one a few days ago.
But he remains open to influences, longings, sorrows, anger, and so here he is, returned, slipped inside like a sleight of hand -- the door to his room ajar, and Makalaure stretched out resting on the single bed, in the single room, that is only his now, Makalaure wandering the Mansion's hallways, Makalaure sitting in the common room, touching things and watching people to refamiliarize himself with them.
OOC: He is back. I hope this works for everyone, feel free to bump into him wherever. I hope this works for everyone -- if not, let me know and I'll adjust it accordingly?