It had only been hours since Aeruthuil had wandered about aimlessly. He had tried to sleep that night, but he couldn't. There had been too many things on his mind, too many memories, questions..-But no answers or ways to forget, not even his beloved Whiskey had done him any favours.
The lack of sleep had been a burden for awhile, but today it had taken it's toll on him.
Aeruthuil shook his head as he looked down to his hands, the what had seemed to be small cuts had been bigger than he expected. He drops his gaze down towards his dagger, giving it a good kick as he screamed out of build-up frustration and anger.
With a grunt he looks over to the all-too-well-known stream of water. Deciding to make his way over to find a spot to clean off his hands he is confronted by the Hooded Woman he had named Laurëa after her Golden locks.
Aeruthuil looks at her for a moment, acknowledging her presence before he'd kneel down to wash his hands and in the process his face and neck. It hadn't taken long before the woman joined him and had noticed the cuts on his hands. Laurëa had been kind, kind enough to waste her salve on his wounds. ''Why?'' Aeruthuil had wondered, but he never asked her. He knew that asking someone like her would be useless, she did not seem to be one to do things that could answer a question such as that.
It was rather surprising that the woman stayed, she had sat down next to him to treat his hands. The woman of very few words and emotion had spoken about things Aeruthuil hadn't thought she ever would. Her story seemed interesting..-She hadn't told him her life's story, only that she did not know what her real name was. Yet..-This was an interesting concept to Aeruthuil, for reasons unknown to him.
and yet..
Aeruthuil sighs as he stares away in to the distance to where Laurëa had disappeared to. She was on her way back to Town to rest for the night, or morning. They had talked for a very long time. The leaves of the surrounding trees already kissed by sunlight. Aeruthuil grumbles quietly as he breaks off his staring. He shouldn't have been as open as he had been to her this evening. It wasn't telling her his name that bothered him, it was the fact he had told her more about his problems and that what he deemed to be wrong about him. Yes, he knew he was good at painting himself to be worse of a man than he really was on days like these. ''Perhaps I scared her off for good..'' He muttered to himself, dropping his gaze down to his hands.
''It doesn't matter.'' he told himself, and yet it mattered more than he wished.
