They had been strange, painful and confusing, the past few months. Aeruthuil sat down slowly, surrounded by brushes and dirt he looked out over the fields. His attention quickly drawn towards the hooded woman he had met not too long ago as she gathered water from the stream not far away from him. He could not help but wonder, who she was, where she came from and where she would go. The look she had given him branded into his brain, the stare she had given him..-It had frightened him. It had been a look almost as if she knew what had happened, what he felt, what he was hiding. But this would be impossible for anyone to know, or even understand.
Aeruthuil sighs, shaking his head as if to shake his thoughts away. Looking back over he noticed she had left. With a grunt of exhaustion he scoots back, resting his head back against the stem of a what seemed to be old tree. He knew he had to pick himself back up, he knew he had to get a move on soon and yet he couldn't. No, he could but it was far from what he desired. The fact he had travelled far to aid his old friend Sigfread was enough for him, for now. After all what he had asked for him was not something he much enjoyed doing, but it is for a good cause after all.
Aeruthuil grunts, his hand reaching out to grab one of the broken pieces of bark. The others they didn't understand him and how he felt, they wouldn't even if he would try to explain it to them. Not even Brywulf would, the man had other things on his mind and seemed happily married along with his young son.
Shaking his thoughts away again he looks up as the sky grew dark, not long after rain poured down. The leaves of the tree hardly offering him shelter, he feels the raindrops rolling down his hood, but he did not care.
