The voice comes from nowhere, it seems, until the hedgemaze that keeps threatening to appear suddenly shrinks back as a figure walks down the path. Even the mists seem to avoid him, thinning out as he approaches the company. And was that... citrus, suddenly, in the air? Perhaps it was just a trick of the forest, perhaps not. But the man does not seem to notice it as he steps into the torchlight provided by Sir Margaret's entourage.
The man is... oddly dressed, to be sure. His robes are in true Dolorosian style, all in amber, that seems to have a different tinge of color each time the torches flicker, the bronze threading shimmering as if it were alive. The cloak he wears, trimmed with brown fox fur, is the dark orange of the last moments of light during a sunset. Holding it in place is a giant glittering topaz brooch set in more bronze.
If she wasn't suspicious that she might be speaking to one of the infamous hedge-mages, the Illuminated, she only had to look at his hat: an orange hat, vivid, that clashes with all the other orange-colored clothes on his body; an orange that did not seem to exist in nature. With it was a large feather that appeared to be from no ordinary bird, nor even a gryphon, though it too shone dully with other colors at times.
And that citrus smell was still quite present, leaving a strange aftertaste in the mouth.
"The forest is not very... safe, especially tonight," he continues with a low chuckle. "Much as I marvel at your miraculous mettle, Milady, might I mention that midnight may not be the most mindful of moments to migrate? Even as an esteemed Knight of the Gryphon."
On the last words, he at least gives a bow of proper acknowledgement for her status.
(( ooc: Leonardo here infiltrated as the Orange Illuminant during this Jaunt. If you need any info on him, feel free to PM me! ))
#20! SQUEE MOLLY
The voice comes from nowhere, it seems, until the hedgemaze that keeps threatening to appear suddenly shrinks back as a figure walks down the path. Even the mists seem to avoid him, thinning out as he approaches the company. And was that... citrus, suddenly, in the air? Perhaps it was just a trick of the forest, perhaps not. But the man does not seem to notice it as he steps into the torchlight provided by Sir Margaret's entourage.
The man is... oddly dressed, to be sure. His robes are in true Dolorosian style, all in amber, that seems to have a different tinge of color each time the torches flicker, the bronze threading shimmering as if it were alive. The cloak he wears, trimmed with brown fox fur, is the dark orange of the last moments of light during a sunset. Holding it in place is a giant glittering topaz brooch set in more bronze.
If she wasn't suspicious that she might be speaking to one of the infamous hedge-mages, the Illuminated, she only had to look at his hat: an orange hat, vivid, that clashes with all the other orange-colored clothes on his body; an orange that did not seem to exist in nature. With it was a large feather that appeared to be from no ordinary bird, nor even a gryphon, though it too shone dully with other colors at times.
And that citrus smell was still quite present, leaving a strange aftertaste in the mouth.
"The forest is not very... safe, especially tonight," he continues with a low chuckle. "Much as I marvel at your miraculous mettle, Milady, might I mention that midnight may not be the most mindful of moments to migrate? Even as an esteemed Knight of the Gryphon."
On the last words, he at least gives a bow of proper acknowledgement for her status.
(( ooc: Leonardo here infiltrated as the Orange Illuminant during this Jaunt. If you need any info on him, feel free to PM me! ))