Dyne emerged from his tent, the sun setting on what remained of the caravan. Dozens of people broke off or fell behind, leaving only a few who were still determined to get to Haven. After they made camp, the elf spent most of his time and energies healing the sick and wounded, of which there were plenty. Once free of his duties, Dyne removed his paint, changed into a rather nondescript cloak... minus his pendant and two lengths of twine with some beads on them that he wore on either wrist. While he wasn't willing to go to the extremes that Volk suggested to fake his death, changing clothes, paint and staying out of sight as much as possible would help. Dyne's 'fan club' put the caravan at risk if they continued to follow their trail, and in fact, he put THEM at risk as the Merrah may take them in for questioning/a quick bite. He sighed as he exited the camp and made his way for the treeline, "Hopefully Scoops can spread the word... even though it kind of goes against the 'truth.'"
As Dyne reached the treeline he rested against a tree and flipped his pendant open and closed over and over again. "Oh Fi... I wish you were here right now. I am hurting in a way that I haven't since you've been gone. I don't know if I can stay in this shard for much longer, there's just too much loss here... but don't worry. I am going to fulfill my promise to you. I am getting you and I to Haven. Assuming there aren't anymore spies in our midst."
He spat, "Zestria, you absolute bitch." The elf half expected his former bodyguard and friend to step out from the trees with that **** eating grin she had as she joined her Eternal father at the table. He wanted to know why she did what she did. The goal couldn't have been the destruction of the caravan, as they kept Kainah alive and basically let them escape. Was this a game them? Dyne shivered at the thought... and then proceeded to throw his heel back into the tree. She had gotten so much information out of them... a roster of everyone in the caravan, a list of their abilities, what they have been doing/working on, and with Barron, The Collector, on her side, they knew absolutely everything about Dyne's time before joining up with the caravan. Running from one mistaken in Calandonia right into another... Dyne had had a rough couple hundred years.
As Dyne reached the treeline he rested against a tree and flipped his pendant open and closed over and over again. "Oh Fi... I wish you were here right now. I am hurting in a way that I haven't since you've been gone. I don't know if I can stay in this shard for much longer, there's just too much loss here... but don't worry. I am going to fulfill my promise to you. I am getting you and I to Haven. Assuming there aren't anymore spies in our midst."
He spat, "Zestria, you absolute bitch." The elf half expected his former bodyguard and friend to step out from the trees with that **** eating grin she had as she joined her Eternal father at the table. He wanted to know why she did what she did. The goal couldn't have been the destruction of the caravan, as they kept Kainah alive and basically let them escape. Was this a game them? Dyne shivered at the thought... and then proceeded to throw his heel back into the tree. She had gotten so much information out of them... a roster of everyone in the caravan, a list of their abilities, what they have been doing/working on, and with Barron, The Collector, on her side, they knew absolutely everything about Dyne's time before joining up with the caravan. Running from one mistaken in Calandonia right into another... Dyne had had a rough couple hundred years.