He had been on the run for a bit, he found a camp of travelers and had gathered supplies as he could without drawing attention to himself. It was hard with the green cloak. It offered wonderful protection in the woods, but when there were not so many trees or bushes, it provided very little comfort. It made him wish for a new one, but he couldn’t be picky, he had what he had and was in no current position to just discard clothing. Being on the run didn’t offer that opportunity.
He grabbed supplies, and ran. He had to get far enough away from the camp that he wouldn’t be noticed, and he could be in quiet. He couldn’t leave a big footprint. He was still being followed, he knew he was. He could feel it in his bones. He made his own small little setup, in a place that had lots of vegetation, he didn’t need much, a place to sleep, and a fire.
He was also able to grab some food, so he would be eating tonight. he fire came to life with little help from natural methods, it was cold, he didn’t want to waste time trying to start it normally. He was very careful in using his magic, should someone else like him come along ( namely Emrys ). He used enough that if he found other Druids they would hopefully take him in. That was his end goal after all, to get back to his people.
His food had begun to cook, it was some type of rabbit, when he heard footsteps. He sensed something--- magic. Leaving the fire as it was, he stood up, trying to find where the noise came from. He moved around slowly, making very little noise a skill he learned when he was younger, before all of this. He was scanning the area, but clearly not well enough, the setting sun did not help the shadows, because he ran into something--- someone. He turned quickly and looked up and saw a woman, his eyes went wide as he tried to figure out what to do, “I’m sorry,” he finally mumbled.
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