Josh Voorheez
Specialist
A weary figure is seen emerging from the fae forest surrounding The Lux. As he steps out from the last of the foliage he turns his head to speak to someone unseen within the tree's.
"Thank you for hospitality, that was seriously above and beyond. I'll be back for another walk soon, you know I treasure our time together."
The figure is dressed in all black, a traveling clock pulled tight under his chin and a fur hood pulled up over his head. His clothes are mud soaked from months of travel, and his eyes are tired. Turning from the forest and looking on The Lux, the figure pauses for a moment, just to take it all in. A low sigh escapes his lips as he realizes that his travels are finished, for now. His body relaxes and his travel bag drops slightly, his legs still unmoving. After a few uninterrupted moments of watching the city exist without him, the figure sighs again.
"Time to get back to work" He says, while lowering his hood, freeing his purple horns and letting his feathered earring blow in the slight breeze.
The sylvanborn chuckles as he spots his small home, smoke slowly rising from the chimney. "Gotta check on the kids I guess... Leave them alone for a few months and they are already at each others throats..."
He adjusts his travel bag and makes his way forward, a smile spreading on his face. It had been six months since he laid eyes on the simple stone building, but seeing it filled him with such emotion he could feel his legs picking up speed.
"Thank you for hospitality, that was seriously above and beyond. I'll be back for another walk soon, you know I treasure our time together."
The figure is dressed in all black, a traveling clock pulled tight under his chin and a fur hood pulled up over his head. His clothes are mud soaked from months of travel, and his eyes are tired. Turning from the forest and looking on The Lux, the figure pauses for a moment, just to take it all in. A low sigh escapes his lips as he realizes that his travels are finished, for now. His body relaxes and his travel bag drops slightly, his legs still unmoving. After a few uninterrupted moments of watching the city exist without him, the figure sighs again.
"Time to get back to work" He says, while lowering his hood, freeing his purple horns and letting his feathered earring blow in the slight breeze.
The sylvanborn chuckles as he spots his small home, smoke slowly rising from the chimney. "Gotta check on the kids I guess... Leave them alone for a few months and they are already at each others throats..."
He adjusts his travel bag and makes his way forward, a smile spreading on his face. It had been six months since he laid eyes on the simple stone building, but seeing it filled him with such emotion he could feel his legs picking up speed.