Early Morning; 2nd brightening in the Month of Kalendryas, Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum
The being moved with quiet skill through the woods. He was no Ranger, nor was he a druid, but he was the next best thing when it came to understanding a forest. He was an elf. He had grown up in forests not unlike the grove, his own home having resided in the Tawnleaf forest of Syl'rosya...at least it had before so many things in his life had changed. After his millenia away as a non-corporeal existence on another plane, it still did not alter where he'd come from, and it did not wipe his keen sense for the wilds that all elves had an innate sense for.
Thus, while his movements were not silent, they were however more deft and graceful then those of most other species with occasional exceptions. In fact, a half an era ago, when he had recorporalized, he could hardly walk. Any attempts to do so were almost like watching a toddler try...only less cute and more sad, as he was a full-grown elf. After millenia of having no body, standing up and walking again was one of the toughest of all the things he had to remember, ironic as it was. It didn't take long before it had come back to him enough to complete routine tasks, and then a while later, after much practice, he could finally function normally again. He'd immediately moved to exercising. Working on his balance, agility, flexibility, fluidity of movement...all things he wouldn't have focused on because people usually just don't think about that, but because he was training himself every day to try and get back to where he was, he at some point surpassed his old skills, and now had a bit more deft and conservational movement then he'd ever used to. It made his movements look slower and more timid despite moving at the same speeds, but that fact hadn't even entered his mind.
As he entered the Grove's clearing, he knew that it was being watched by the silent sentinels that were the landshapers...the Druids.
"Vedui," he spoke up quietly, knowing that despite him appearing alone, odds were astronomically high that he was being closely watched by someone very nearby,
"This one wishes to speak with one of the druids of the Grove, if you please." A few months previous he probably would have forgotten the 'please' part...he had been learning how to be at least remotely civil again with people as part of his rehabilitation; a much more difficult task then one might first think at first glance. He knew what he was looking for was something silly and minor, but it would have a world of use if he could only acquire it, and druidic magic seemed the best fit for how to accomplish it.
OOC: Yes, I realize the title is blank except for the location area, and its actually sort of indicative of Tito's new mindset...it's difficult to explain.