Post by Talen Mythik Aureon Gale on Jul 23, 2015 23:00:07 GMT -6
Kaleidoasis had the unique ability to brighten one's day miserably. While the splendor was admirable, certainly appreciated when seeking reassurance one hadn't gone blind, it was nightmarish for one who thrived in shadows... considering these shadows were magenta and sapphire. Black cloak marking him as conspicuous as possible, Talen's discomfort grated against his nerves as he glared at the gate of the psychedelic garden. Anywhere else, even the cold stone of Faewin, he was a wraith to slip between cracks and under noses. Here, he stood out more than the glittering, topaz trunks and flying, transparent creatures. When a ten-foot-tall fish was less noticeable than a thief, reality was clearly inside out.
With a scowl befitting a wade through manure, Talen took his first step into the garden and noticed the immediate change in energy. Even the smell of the soil beneath his boots morphed, becoming tangy and rich, any consoling familiarity shed. But he reminded himself he hadn't come for pleasure and that pouting would only force his presence longer. He came for one simple mission: to forage. To dirty his hands in the mud like a peasant to find items he could sell for his empire. A King had to build his castle before he could live in it, after all.
It was little comfort.
Nose wrinkled in distaste, he knelt at the knotted base of the nearest tree, plunged fingers into the spongy debris caked between roots, and searched quickly and efficiently for profit. If it yielded nothing, at least it allowed a quick escape. If something was found... it was the first brick of many to lay.
