Aliir felt rather offended by the curtness of Lucretia’s response. In fact, from what he was taught at the Kajun Temple of master De’Fri, life would respond in kindness to actions made in kindness. He never wanted to believe that master De’Fri’s philosophies would ever be wrong, but he knew how the prospect of war and the ravages of death warped a creature’s perspective. It happened to a beloved of his, it wasn’t anything new. The pain that event brought him was too much to bear. To endure it again would surely break him. Love, Aliir. With time perhaps they will open up. Or at least not will to kill him.
Aliir though didn’t quicken his pace just yet. He dropped his bag and pulled out a strange looking robe. It was dark and oddly intimidating at the same time. He knew the village he was going to and the bad groups there were there. But the robe he was wearing was symbolic of a great authority from whom he won it from. It would for the most part, grant him some stock that wouldn’t be granted to normal travelers. Worst case scenario, he would ensue a riot and probably get chased out of town. He balanced the options in his head good materials versus extreme danger…no contest. He leaped up into the trees and bolted ahead of the group. Shouldn’t you slow down? he inquired bounding to another tree, Why? So that they in some warped sense of salutation can treat me as something less then their own kind?
Unattachment, Aliir. It works in both kindness and in harshness. Do not let your emotions get the best of you.
Hahaha, he laughed to himself, well, let us ration it thus: I am only running ahead of them because the group I need may not be the friendliest and I’m avoiding unnecessary suffering…that and they don’t like me
Aliiiiiiiirrrrrr
And the fading sound of his laughter could be heard as he disappeared into the dense forest of trees.