The young man sat by the side of the road, poking the small fire he had built, hoping to get the meal prepared in time to actually continue moving on. The flint had become wet earlier and it didn't want to dry off and work for him at the moment. He eyed the few square feet of burnt woodland in front of him, a reminder of why he needed to NOT be frustrated when he tried to start a fire with magic. It had grown a bit out of control due to the idiots he'd met along the way, and the whole damn day had been frustrating, all in all it had equaled a partially charred forest line and even his shirt was a bit singed. Thankfully he'd had the sense to draw water out of the ground, with the panic he'd been experiencing, he probably would have caused a flash flood trying to just summon the water.<br/><br/>He normally had better control than this over the magic, though it had always been a bit wild and sometimes a bit out of his control. He knew that when you mixed a dragon and human like that, the magics could potentially be extremely potent if a bit uncontrollable. They had just gotten worse since he'd left he and his mother's hut, though he doubted that it had anything to do with the positioning of his home or the forest, though he was beginning to wonder. It would be easy to pass it off as merely the stress of the real world and being out on his own, but he often times wondered if just maybe it was more than that. That being out of the forest made his magics a bit less controlled, some characteristic of the forest keeping it focused, and that his emotions didn't just affect the magic, but the magics affected his emotions as well.<br/><br/>In the midst of his thinking he had managed to light the fire and actually keep it going, lord knew why he always had a bugger of a time with it when his mother had spent years and years attempting to teach him how to properly create and maintain a fire. He finagled the pieces of the boar over it, letting it cook as time went on and rotating it, it was a bit much of a meal for one person, but at least it would be a few meals for the next day and possibly two if he could preserve it a bit with some spell. Plus it had been his only choice when trying to find some food, not a rabbit in sight, and the deer would have really been a bit excessive and he wasn't much into wasting. Living off the wild and in it had at least done that much for him, the Druids of the forest and the Rangers who passed through had had plenty to do with that.<br/><br/>He glanced up, meat half in his mouth as he heard a group approaching, he squinted, not minding how ridiculous he looked as he seen it was a small group of people. Though wary of meeting more idiots, custom dictated (and habit too boot) that he wave in a friendly gesture in their direction.