Rizel noticed how dark it was getting, looking from one side to another he felt s cold chill shuddering down his spine as if something was crawling up with back of breathing down his neck, such a thing annoyed him but it couldnâ€™t be helped. A few minutes of harvesting nearby logs and making a fire pit, his kin's ability to creature fire by the use of energy within themselves came to Rizel in a snap, merely blowing a light trail of flame into the logs it set the pit in a light dazzling flame, however it was an icy blue rather than a raw red. Considering Rizel wasnâ€™t exactly Gria  physically it also affected the way he performed such menial tasks. His guard was always up, always sharp, his perceptiveness could tell what was out there by the movements and in which direction they were going, he was alone physically and as such these times called of such hasty actions.<br/><br/>Sitting beside the blue flame, the logs crackled and life around such a fire began to take form, insects of all shapes and sizes didnâ€™t prefer the cold it seemed and like festive party it seemed a gathering was at hand, though on the other side of Rizel it amazed him how much small creatures were more or less like humanoids. A lonely howl could be heard from a far the sounds of a shade wolf roaming the area attempting to find his mate, shade wolves were not typical wolves at all in fact they are much bigger than the average wolf and look more aggressive, however like somethingâ€™s in this world appearances are deceptive when it comes to such a calm and majestic essence of life, such experience came to Rizel when he travelled outside these familiar lands.<br/><br/>A thought came to mind as he pressed a hand against his right-patched eye, the pact he made not a few months ago and how it truly did affect his life to an extreme point, what would he do? Where would he go? Would he even attempt to find his father and if so what would he say? After all the business in the last city did not affect this Gria at all. The thoughts wondered around Rizel's mind like gusts in the wind, his armour flickered from such a lonely flame that kept those around it warm, but Rizel gripped his blade in one hand ever ready for the unexpected, his cloak kept around his appearance, his sight hard and his hearing and senses even sharper who knows what tonight would being.