“If you require my company, I shall grant it.†Though his expression was his typical taciturn mask that belied one who was unburdened by complexities, his tone was just barely lighter than his usually severe rumbling. One might almost have called it teasing...though given his deadpan expression, only the Xaela could say for certain.
Once more, he checked the straps and buckles of his armour, and with that done, stepped towards a part of the abandoned house where a section of the roof was lower towards the frozen ground. Clearing some of the snow from his path, the Xaela stepped back some before breaking into a loping run, leaping onto the edge of the roof with surprising coeurl-like grace and pulling himself atop the creaking shingles with a grunt. He was careful in his step as he climbed as high onto the roof as he could, freezing in his tracks whenever a particularly ominous creak shadowed his steps as the metal sabatons clanked against the worn ceramics. There was no fog or any other inclement weather hindering his vision, thus his view from atop the house on the hill gave him an advantageous vista of the area.
The view made him think. Kasrjin did know that his objective existed, this much was true. However, all other aspects of it were totally unknown to him, save for its relevance to the Correspondence. He did not know what it was or where he might find it or even what it would do once he returned with it. It was meant to prevent some sort of decay within Kaarad-El, and deny such a process from occurring once again. How it would do this, he could not say. Was it a form of energy? An object? Information? Both? None? Perhaps it was visible right now, just beyond his sight, buried in the snow...but he simply could not identify it.
That was a disheartening thought.
He shook his head, thumbing the hilt of the sword strapped to his back, as if checking that his bladed companion was still present. Those would be questions that would be answered on their own, on factors outside of his control.
“I am not familiar with the name of our destination. The ‘Convictory’. Describe it.†Luckily, the sun had not managed to pierce through the veil of clouds above, and so he did not have to worry about the glare off of the snow. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon.
Once more, he checked the straps and buckles of his armour, and with that done, stepped towards a part of the abandoned house where a section of the roof was lower towards the frozen ground. Clearing some of the snow from his path, the Xaela stepped back some before breaking into a loping run, leaping onto the edge of the roof with surprising coeurl-like grace and pulling himself atop the creaking shingles with a grunt. He was careful in his step as he climbed as high onto the roof as he could, freezing in his tracks whenever a particularly ominous creak shadowed his steps as the metal sabatons clanked against the worn ceramics. There was no fog or any other inclement weather hindering his vision, thus his view from atop the house on the hill gave him an advantageous vista of the area.
The view made him think. Kasrjin did know that his objective existed, this much was true. However, all other aspects of it were totally unknown to him, save for its relevance to the Correspondence. He did not know what it was or where he might find it or even what it would do once he returned with it. It was meant to prevent some sort of decay within Kaarad-El, and deny such a process from occurring once again. How it would do this, he could not say. Was it a form of energy? An object? Information? Both? None? Perhaps it was visible right now, just beyond his sight, buried in the snow...but he simply could not identify it.
That was a disheartening thought.
He shook his head, thumbing the hilt of the sword strapped to his back, as if checking that his bladed companion was still present. Those would be questions that would be answered on their own, on factors outside of his control.
“I am not familiar with the name of our destination. The ‘Convictory’. Describe it.†Luckily, the sun had not managed to pierce through the veil of clouds above, and so he did not have to worry about the glare off of the snow. Emerald eyes scanned the horizon.
