[between the call of this forest's naturally-seething energy, and the way that Tek's own energy has already been hungry and volatile lately, the two forces have been invisibly reacting to one another since the upper floor of the cave. Tek's eyes were already too-bright because of whatever imbalance had been going on inside, but now they are gleaming. and he's been (uncharacteristically) quiet for most of the trip. some combination of his focus being drawn and far away from his place in physical space and the way that he's concentrating on trying to keep himself in check has made for a rather somber walk.
he's beginning to get antsy though, now that they're starting to truly surround themselves in forest. there is so much energy that grates against his own here, but all wild places are just as much death as they are life. there are decaying things all around them, packed in layers under their feet, and Tek has been starved of it for too long.
it's a good thing that there aren't many beings in their immediate vicinity who can feel that sort of thing, because Tek's energy is leaking everywhere.
Tek is almost hurrying Robin along with the way that he's sort of crowding him while they pick their way through the brush. his gaze is focused far forward as he moves over the roots and uneven ground as easily as if it had all been part of his own body. he moves like he's hunting and is concerned that his prey might escape if they don't hurry.
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he's beginning to get antsy though, now that they're starting to truly surround themselves in forest. there is so much energy that grates against his own here, but all wild places are just as much death as they are life. there are decaying things all around them, packed in layers under their feet, and Tek has been starved of it for too long.
it's a good thing that there aren't many beings in their immediate vicinity who can feel that sort of thing, because Tek's energy is leaking everywhere.
Tek is almost hurrying Robin along with the way that he's sort of crowding him while they pick their way through the brush. his gaze is focused far forward as he moves over the roots and uneven ground as easily as if it had all been part of his own body. he moves like he's hunting and is concerned that his prey might escape if they don't hurry.
he at least tries on a smile, though.]
Forests love me. It'll be fine.