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Walking into the forest with Metentis wrapped soundly around his wrist, even Timore's eyes had trouble piercing through the mist. Nonetheless, he could still see the high density essence through the fog, making it easier for him to identify living things and their shapes where he couldn't physically see them. He'd been sent on a mission by the Academy to hunt some rogue or something. Apparently she'd violated some law or another, likely without even realizing it. Nonetheless, she was to be brought in alive, if possible. He wasn't to risk his hide if it was too much trouble to do that though. Better to have an alive musician than a potential criminal after all.

Smirking slightly, his eyes weaving back and forth, and occasionally up, Timore pondered the nature of the forest he'd had to enter. It was a strange place. They called it Merelil's Mist apparently. A fitting name, though it was admittedly difficult for him to remember who the [i]hell[/i] Merelil had been. He was hardly a history buff, even after all of those classes.

He reckoned it was some demon...or perhaps an ancient human mage. Those popped up here and there. As he began to grow annoyed with locating his query he found his foot produce a slight wet sound. Glancing down he noticed the stream set before him. He'd almost walked into it with how lost in thought he'd been. Not the best thing to be when on a mission.

This in mind, the young man refocused his attention and sent essence through Metentis, rousing it from its partial slumber. Immediately the fragment's fashioned eye sockets began to glow a fierce emerald green, a similar color shining from Timore's eyes. He heard the being's voice whisper in his mind, guiding him, [i][u]'She's neearr,'[/u][/i] the serpentine fragment hissed. Timore focused his energies, sending more into the instrument's form even as he wondered how near and in what direction she was. [i][u]'Up,'[/u][/i] the fragment supplied the answer--he smiled in response, glancing up lazily as if he were simply surveying the area. He turned and walked along the stream's edge. He figured she could hear his movements.

Now it was just a matter of time. Who would strike first?

(Tis fine)