The Search for a Teacher [Caffeine please]

[Reinus Narcisse]

Time Stamp Melora, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum

Reinus stared around. Green. Hm. Getting lost in a forest was not exactly his idea of a stroll. Well, it wasn't really a stroll, not when he was looking for a teacher to teach him in the ways of magic. He had woke up one brightening and suddenly his life goal had appeared to him, to learn magic. There was just something special about being able to hurl spells at people. Reinus thought he would like to try that out.

Why was he going for a simple scroll in the middle of a forest then?

He had no idea. The complexity of the ways of the mind confused the elf. He lived a simple and easy life in Arios, never once thinking of what might possibly happen in the future. So, his mind was simple at best. The elf could never concentrate on one subject for more than a few minutes.

It had been a miracle already that the elf remembered that he wanted to learn magic. Perhaps it amazed Reinus. From what he heard, it certainly required mindpower, something that he was currently...not that efficient with.

Well, what type of magic would he want to learn? Mysticism, he decided. The mind type. Despite the fact that Arios was famous for its Druidism, Reinus decided on that. Once he set his mind to it, it would be difficult for anyone else to convince him otherwise.

[Caffeine]

The forest was filled with sounds. If he would have known his directions, he would noticed that he was truly walked a long while already. The air was humid, birds were singing and still it seemed like he was all alone in the woods.

There were huge trees around him and the ground seemed to be covered with all kinds of...green. Plants, moss, even the water in some puddles seemed green. There was a lot of water everywhere..in fact, there were swampy areas, little streams and it was just...moist.

The forest wasn't as bright as the town was, the trees blocked some of the sunlight and it was nice, at least it was a bit cooler here.

If Reinus looked back, there was no path to be seen behind him and none ahead of him. He was suddenly lost, well, he would be if he stopped to think about it.

[Reinus Narcisse]

"I hope I don't die," were the first words that came out of the elf. They weren't happy sounding, but words nonetheless. Reinus was tired. The short scroll took a longer time than the elf would expect. Usually, it took only a candlemark at best and now, maybe he had been traveling for brightenings.

Brightenings!

And there was so much green. He walked first, panicked, and started running. The moist in the soil squished under his shoes and the forest merely just grew bigger. Reinus tripped as he just ran across a tree root and fell down, face flat on the mud. He pushed himself off with both of his hands and wiped his face.

"I wonder where this place is..." He turned his head to the left, then to the right. "It's a sunny day and I should celebrate by taking a walk!" Deja vu.

[Caffeine]

If he looked around there would be the same exact scenery around. No clues for where to go.

While falling down Reinus scratched his knees and the palms of his hands on something. Blood was trickling from his knees now. Nothing serious, nothing to be alarmed about.

He could go to where the small river on his left side was coming from. There might be a bigger pond there, maybe even a waterfall. If he went to the other direction, one could assume that the river would take him to the sea eventually, right?

There were no other clues. None what so ever. Luckily he was the forgetting kind so most likely he wouldn't stay alarmed if he got alarmed.

[Reinus Narcisse]

He clutched his knee, rubbing it. The pain didn't go away. He frowned and continued along the forest until he saw the river that was left of him.

Reinus used his hands and cupped the water in his hands, washing it over his knees. He continued his long task until he felt that the blood was gone only for it to come back out. Instead he used the sleeve of his shirt and pressed on the wound.

It stung, but he kept his hands there.