@disastercorvid :: Talked with me about a Thread Ages Ago
I apologise for being the slowest
At this point, Fitz couldn’t remember how long he’d been walking.
It hadn’t even been his plan to set out walking, not initially. He’d come out to this forest for a bit of peace, time away from the rest of his life and the nagging feeling he sometimes got when he saw things. The visions, dreams - whatever one might prefer to call them - were an intermittent, but often jarring interruption in his day-to-day life; Fitz wanted so badly to be normal, and usually went out of his way to ignore these things when he did see them. Sometimes that worked, but other times it was as if something unseen called to him, begging him to pay closer attention, to look for something. It was like a presence at his back, a humming at the back of his head that refused to go away as long as he refused to look. So look he did - eventually, begrudgingly, with a diviner’s pendulum.
The pendulum certainly was guiding him somewhere, but he didn’t even really recognise the trees around him any more, and he was so tired - both from the walking and from the energy it had taken to try and reach out to whatever was calling him. Surely it wouldn’t be a terrible thing to just stop and take a moment or two to rest, regain his bearings, and reevaluate the situation. It looked like he still had time before it would be too dark to continue, and though the thought of being lost at night terrified him, there was no way he’d be able to get anywhere without first finding out where he was. He’d been struggling with the map he carried for ages, but... maybe he could scry for the information he needed? As much as he hated to rely on something that had made so many other aspects of his life so complicated, he did want to go home. So consumed was he with these thoughts, and with that ever present hum in his head, that he failed to notice an additional sensation - the sense of being watched, or followed.
