08-06-2009, 03:55 AM
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Haephastus had taken his leave quickly that morning, thanking Geneva for her kindness and patience, and offering the tired leader his quiet thanks, despite whether the worn man had heard him or not. From there he had ventured off back into the forests that he had come from, out of the borders of his new home, to sickly looking tree nestled carefully within the safety of what could have been a grove. It was there, in the empty hole between two roots, that the tired man had stashed his sack of belongings. Hoisting it over his shoulder, Haephastus ventured back off into the rain, seeking out the various cabins that had been mentioned to him. It was easy to find one that had not been claimed yet, and it was there that the tired traveler had settled down.
Despite being musty and dark, the cabin as a whole was in good condition. There were no signs of leaks and the windows, though few and small, seemed to remain intact, only needing just a bit of dusting. Setting his belongings aside, the tired traveler managed to jar a window open, leaving it as such despite the rain that poured in torrents outside. The cabin needed to air out a bit, that much he knew, and he went on about his way. In the corner lay a dusty pile of sheets, which he immediately shook out, tossing them upon the worn couch, which he was certain had seen better days. With little else to do or, at least, little else that his body wanted to do, the man laid down to rest.
An undetermined amount of hours passed before the sound of the falling rain roused him, blue eyes opening up in a haze, blinking away the fuzziness that often came after sleep. Stretching, somewhat stiff from the not-so-spectacular sleeping arrangement, Haephastus pushed himself to sit up, staying a moment before finally rising to his feet. Still musky and stale smelling, the multicolored hybrid moved to the door of the cabin, opening it wide to help air out. Turning then, to face the innards of the cabin, blue eyes swept across the various bits of furniture. First thing was first, it was time to clean.
Despite being musty and dark, the cabin as a whole was in good condition. There were no signs of leaks and the windows, though few and small, seemed to remain intact, only needing just a bit of dusting. Setting his belongings aside, the tired traveler managed to jar a window open, leaving it as such despite the rain that poured in torrents outside. The cabin needed to air out a bit, that much he knew, and he went on about his way. In the corner lay a dusty pile of sheets, which he immediately shook out, tossing them upon the worn couch, which he was certain had seen better days. With little else to do or, at least, little else that his body wanted to do, the man laid down to rest.
An undetermined amount of hours passed before the sound of the falling rain roused him, blue eyes opening up in a haze, blinking away the fuzziness that often came after sleep. Stretching, somewhat stiff from the not-so-spectacular sleeping arrangement, Haephastus pushed himself to sit up, staying a moment before finally rising to his feet. Still musky and stale smelling, the multicolored hybrid moved to the door of the cabin, opening it wide to help air out. Turning then, to face the innards of the cabin, blue eyes swept across the various bits of furniture. First thing was first, it was time to clean.