Cruor De Violaceae

Izar walked through a deep wooded area, cursing the distance between the railroads in this Godforsaken country. He slid down a small hill, coming to a small clearing. He looked up at the sun, its position suggesting that it was just past noon, nearing one o'clock, "It shouldn't take me too much longer to reach the station." Izar said to himself, knowing he was most likely alone. He looked up to through the hole in the trees, letting the light hit him in the face and fill him with the warmth of the afternoon sun. He let out a pleasant sigh, getting ready to get moving again as he wanted to be back in Onibus by tomorrow morning. He had been gone for several months and couldn't wait to get back to his home, his friends, and of course, Akumu. He wondered if she would be indifferent to his length of absence or if she would be happy to see him. He hoped for the latter, but he wasn't sure that she would even admit it if she had. He shook the thoughts out his head, knowing he would find out tomorrow when he saw her again.