farenjer

It had been the darkness that had pinned him down and scattered himself around the shadows of Helovia. Although Farenjer had conquered the demons and found his ways finally back to The Basin, his home. It was inside, horrifying to think he would never find his way back after the exploring. What a stupid thing to do? Go out in the open lands filled with monsters and rouges alone? What if you never came back? But it was experience that Farenjer wanted, and he had it with being lost for some time now. Though the stag knew now and too fondly to keep his place inside The Basin with the many other citizens. And to live on life until he needed to go out there again. What worried his mind the most now, was if there will actually ever be another day with light and happiness. It was as if him and the rest of his friends and citizens were trapped down a mine shaft. 

Farenjer was by the source of thriving light that encircled The Basin. To him the light did not feel cold. Just bright and empty. The apprentice was freezing under these conditions and had been recently working on attempting to sew like Crowley. Though now, Crowley had been making blankets, Farenjer felt he was very stressed out by all of this and wanted to assist as well. He withdrew away from the light, stepping behind the others and into their dreary shadows on the permafrost grounds. Maneuvering his way, he looked up. Though he knew he would never be enabled to see anything in the blackness. He saw something just beyond his point. The sources light just shining on them. A stag as tall as him was halted there introducing himself to somebody. 

Farenjer walked a few steps closer to see, a dark purple figure that dimly could be seen through the shadows. He wanted to talk too. Longing for the silence of his voice to be gone for now. The cravings were enough to make him tiredly walk over and exchange a glance with each of them. Words of mind speaking "Hi. I'm Farenjer." his tone was with kindness in it for he simply wanted to do is make friends in this very dark world. 'Hi' was something a child could say, but it was also a fact Farenjer knew as a casual greeting to one another. Which is why he exchanged the small word now. Glancing at the stag next to him. He had seen this brother before many times but never really got acquainted with him. But exchanging another curious glance at the figure within the shadows, she was someone he had never seen before. He felt himself rude for looking at her, and quickly evaded eye contact before waiting for others to have spoken.