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[i][center]Location: Near the outskirts of the 'Gathering' - Able to see the tall mountains.
Interacting with: Tribesmen - [@Angel Eyes]/Crossed roads.
Mood: Burnout via travel[/center][/i]
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[center][i][color=797a9e]"... Knocking seemed to echo on this narrow, yet brightly ornate hallway. No, not knocking... clangs of heavy metal resounded in the hollow and spacious hallway, it was the sound of footsteps. There was a sort of mystical- no, fairytail-like presence. Residual to the seemingly endless corridor  was also this intense, blinding white that felt almost celestial. I wasn't able to control my own body, it was an odd feeling being unable to make use of your limbs. It seems that I was going someplace. My own lonesome tread seeming to clash against what felt like fine marble, it was the only sound aside from the deafening silence.

For what seemed like forever, I found myself facing towards a door, heavy and metallic. Yet so flawlessly designed it looked to be like stylish glass. My hand pushed against the closed door, steel enveloped my hand, I hear a silent hum resonating from what seems to be the alloy-ridden glove. I didn't seem to flinch at the dazzling lights that blinded me as I entered, so much so that it took a few seconds for my vision to adjust. My head didn't turn to the ostentatious and sophisticated furniture riddling the room, instead my eyes locked directly towards at the figure sitting by the windowsill, pensively looking at the ceaseless night sky. Her pale skin directly reflecting the moonlight, giving her a holy and divine feeling. Her eyes, seeming to hold immeasurable wisdom and age met my own, greeted me as if I was an old friend.[/color]

[color=#58D3F7]"𝒲𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯."[/color] [color=797a9e] an angelic voice called out. It echoed in a soft, yet firm and resolute tone. There was a spark of vexation coming from the seraphic voice, It seemed that the voice was... my own? But it wasn't [b]my[/b] voice. [/color] [color=#58D3F7]"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. 𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔞𝔪."[/color]

[color=797a9e]The figure shot me a warm smile, hoisting herself up elegantly from the windowsill. Her impossibly pure white dress draped carelessly on the floor as she began briskly walking towards me..."[/color][/i][/center]

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Kanza's eyes open to birds chirping and light chattering outside his tent, they lay upon the skins of animal skin, a comfort  entirely unneeded but insisted upon by his fellow tribesmen. His mind lingered on his dream, but for the life of him he could not even recall the most bare of details. After a few minutes he waved off the odd dream with a nonchalant shrug and hoisted himself upwards. It took a few minutes for Kanza to collect himself, pushing through the initial drowsiness. A few more minutes and he remembered they were on the road to the gathering. Now, only hours away after five days of travelling.

The Longear were already preparing to move. When asked why they didn't bother waking Kanza, he was shot with a toothy grin, 'you looked so peaceful'. As those words drifted out of their mouths, a few gathered Longears stifled their chuckles. One really wouldn't expect this kind of discourtesy towards the 'head advisor', but Kanza had made it imperative that he was to be treated as they would do with other tribesmen. Initially it was difficult for them, being stiff and respectful, but after a while they talked to Kanza as if they were close friends.

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"... Alright, alright."[/color] Kanza mumbled, rubbing his eyes [color=#58D3F7]"Let's move towards the gathering. I need not say this again, but look dignified, we are representing the Longear tribe."[/color]
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He paused, trying to gather his words. His tribesmen eyed him expectantly, some becoming anxious at his previous words. Kanza was never really one for speeches nor could he effectively rouse up his fellow tribesmen, being as asocial as he is, it was the job of the chief to do so. Nevertheless before the trip he was goaded into socializing more with his clanmates by the same chieftain. 

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[color=#58D3F7]"Most important of all, enjoy yourselves."[/color] As soon as those words were said, they cheered and whistled.
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Despite this, they were still packing up the make-do tents so Kanza was given time to explore. He didn't pass by this opportunity, his expression guarded but a tinge of excitement and wonder plagued his sides. With his bow and quiver safely fastened to his back he moved towards the coasts, as his tribe were travelling near it. There was a tinge of yellow sand fighting against the green grasslands that threatened to engulf it. The air was dewy and refreshing, very different from the air of forestland. It had an almost... nostalgic feeling to it.

He explored through the tall thickets of seemingly endless grass, a bit annoyed that it was taller than him. A few small critters passed by his feet- rabbits, bugs and snakes. He was blown away at this, there had distinct differences than the critters in the Longear's forests. He watch them scamper around until he heard voices,

[indent][b]"Guards, stand ready"[/b] A commanding voice boomed through the thickets, [b]"Whatever it is, kill it already so we can be on."[/b] Another voice resounded, a tinge of boredom in it's tone.
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Footsteps moved closer towards Kanza, whom had already instinctively clasped his bow. The rough whistle of the wind played in orchestra with metal scraping out of sheathes. Before they could get any closer into the thickets Kanza stepped out, his hands halfway into the air in a form of mock surrender. Kanza could see soldiers, wearing odd garments made of linen and cloth, steel was pointed towards him from all directions. Immediately he recognized them, these men hailing from Hollafoth, The Longear traded (albeit sparsely) with them. The person who boomed the command hid a person behind him, as if a prince protecting a princess. He figured that they were heading towards the clan gathering, being this far off from Hollafoth.

[indent][color=#58D3F7]"Hello."[/color] his words came out more colder and aloof than he wanted, [color=#58D3F7]"I was exploring and ended up here somehow."[/color]
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He really did make no effort of stating who he was, well, he wasn't entirely sure if it would help given the circumstances. I mean, they really wouldn't just stab a man- who looks like a female, for no reason, right?

Thinking about it, he was gone more than the allotted time, so his clanmates were probably scouring the lands looking for him- not wanting a repeat of the 'incident' where they almost lost him.

[center][i][color=#58D3F7]This may end up more troublesome that I initially thought[/color][/i][/center]