Not for the first time that day, Hythlodaeus finds himself wondering if this is how Azem feels, walking through foreign lands and under unknown trees, unsure of what lays lurking around the corner, what manner of beast or being may come to them next. Its disorienting, compared to the carefully laid out and curated Elpis, even more-so compared to the highly organized sprawl of Amaurot, and it's something that Hythlodaeus finds himself unable to fully grow accustomed to.
Enough so that as he finds himself ushered to a bedroll in a foreign, guarded place, he can't quite sit still. The uncertainty of his situation has something within him buzzing uncomfortably, an anxiety he hasn't felt this strong since magic first began started running amok and fire burned through the sky. This unknown world with a disconnect from the very aether that made up everything on Etheirys, full of creatures the like of which never crossed his desk... well, Hythlodaeus is full of a restlessness he's never quite felt before.
So it doesn't take him long to stand and wander from his bedroll. He's behaved so far, gone along with these unknown captors to the best of his ability, and as such he's been given a small amount of trust. Hythlodaeus is only watched in a cursory manner as he moves his way through the ruins, following the light of unfamiliar souls in his exploration. But then, a familiar spark lights up within the masses, sudden and nostalgic enough that Hythlodaeus has to pause and wonder just how clouded his senses are after his awakening, but sure enough that there's no question in who else has made their way to this world.
Beelining as he is, it's only a few moments before Hythlodaeus is within hearing range of that familiar soul, although it is currently encased in a slightly unfamiliar visage. But he stops, standing just behind where Emet-Selch is resting, humming low as he taps his cheek in thought, eyes cast out among the other captives and their captors.
"Well, then. If even the esteemed Emet-Selch has found himself a captive, what hope is there for the rest of us?"
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Enough so that as he finds himself ushered to a bedroll in a foreign, guarded place, he can't quite sit still. The uncertainty of his situation has something within him buzzing uncomfortably, an anxiety he hasn't felt this strong since magic first began started running amok and fire burned through the sky. This unknown world with a disconnect from the very aether that made up everything on Etheirys, full of creatures the like of which never crossed his desk... well, Hythlodaeus is full of a restlessness he's never quite felt before.
So it doesn't take him long to stand and wander from his bedroll. He's behaved so far, gone along with these unknown captors to the best of his ability, and as such he's been given a small amount of trust. Hythlodaeus is only watched in a cursory manner as he moves his way through the ruins, following the light of unfamiliar souls in his exploration. But then, a familiar spark lights up within the masses, sudden and nostalgic enough that Hythlodaeus has to pause and wonder just how clouded his senses are after his awakening, but sure enough that there's no question in who else has made their way to this world.
Beelining as he is, it's only a few moments before Hythlodaeus is within hearing range of that familiar soul, although it is currently encased in a slightly unfamiliar visage. But he stops, standing just behind where Emet-Selch is resting, humming low as he taps his cheek in thought, eyes cast out among the other captives and their captors.
"Well, then. If even the esteemed Emet-Selch has found himself a captive, what hope is there for the rest of us?"