Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2022 19:56:34 GMT -5
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Drystan lurked at the edge of the forest, inside the edge, among the brush and bramble. Lingering in the patchwork of shadows cast by the trees and plant life. Daytime was not the best of times to creep forward into the city, even as mist in a cloudy country. So he slipped among the plants, following the edge of the forest down towards the coast. Listened to the voices drifting down from the walls, from the working folk that he could hear as he waited for night to fall.
As he waited, he was pretty certain that there was certainly more to do here in this city than simply stalking the denizens of the castle when there was plenty more to learn, as not everyone who answered to the courts did not always live within the castle walls. If it was anything like Loren, at the very least, and that was something he was going to bank on. What he needed to find out first was more of what the witches were capable of, what security measures they had before he actually entered the castle proper. He didn't know what all a witch could put into place if she put her mind to it, so he would certainly have to be careful. Or if there were any of those creatures that they could summon prowling about.
Drystan stretched his mist out, thin and fine, as far as he could along the treeline facing the castle. It was a distorted view across his whole being (something that would have been headache-inducing if he wasn't used to this or with his human head) that bowed in and out along his perception, giving him a slightly warped perspective of the building but a perspective nonetheless.
Come nightfall, in the darkest part of the night, he slipped in through the shadows in the streets, through the alleyways to learn the layout of the city. He found shadows to lurk in during the night, to watch the comings and goings of the people. Found nooks and crannies to linger on rooftops above the city, plenty above the eye level sight of plenty of people. To watch and learn and observe.
Drystan lurked at the edge of the forest, inside the edge, among the brush and bramble. Lingering in the patchwork of shadows cast by the trees and plant life. Daytime was not the best of times to creep forward into the city, even as mist in a cloudy country. So he slipped among the plants, following the edge of the forest down towards the coast. Listened to the voices drifting down from the walls, from the working folk that he could hear as he waited for night to fall.
As he waited, he was pretty certain that there was certainly more to do here in this city than simply stalking the denizens of the castle when there was plenty more to learn, as not everyone who answered to the courts did not always live within the castle walls. If it was anything like Loren, at the very least, and that was something he was going to bank on. What he needed to find out first was more of what the witches were capable of, what security measures they had before he actually entered the castle proper. He didn't know what all a witch could put into place if she put her mind to it, so he would certainly have to be careful. Or if there were any of those creatures that they could summon prowling about.
Drystan stretched his mist out, thin and fine, as far as he could along the treeline facing the castle. It was a distorted view across his whole being (something that would have been headache-inducing if he wasn't used to this or with his human head) that bowed in and out along his perception, giving him a slightly warped perspective of the building but a perspective nonetheless.
Come nightfall, in the darkest part of the night, he slipped in through the shadows in the streets, through the alleyways to learn the layout of the city. He found shadows to lurk in during the night, to watch the comings and goings of the people. Found nooks and crannies to linger on rooftops above the city, plenty above the eye level sight of plenty of people. To watch and learn and observe.