<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RHohR16.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lyn Starcaterus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14119042#msg14119042)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Sky Blue 1/3.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>1/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Day 1, Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Where a cave entrance used to be<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Masque, Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Azuri's agreement with his assessment of the other two brought a mischievous snicker from Lyn. He side-eyed the other two as he continued to eat, mulling something over. "I'm not sure. I don't know which one would look better in a dress." He murmured under his breath. By now, he had done some considerably damage onto his portion of food. He seemed like the sort that didn't find any sense with taking their time eating.<br/><br/>As he finished off the last of his meal, Lyn felt recovered enough to properly rise to his feet and look about the area. Where had his axe gotten off to? He paid little heed to the bickering and voices around, as his weapon was a far more pressing matter. He began to poke around, looking to where it might have been lodged, movements still slightly subdued from fatigue. His axe was a sturdy old thing, so he was sure it had held up against the punishment of being flung from his hand so high in the air. Hopefully it hadn't gotten lost in the brush...<br/><br/>"You know..." Lyn called loudly, trailing off for a moment to ensure that he had been heard. "Weren't you talking about how the forest is still so dangerous and how we had to rest? I don't think squabbling with each other and coming to blows fits that. Not to mention how the people watching us might not like it. Better to save our energy for whatever nasty critters are still creeping around in the woods, possibly drawn by that thunderclap I made." He wasn't normally one to dissuade somebody from a fight, but he figured that if there was ever a time to be on your best behavior it was now.<br/><br/>Aha! Lyn spotted the haft of his axe sticking out of a bush. He grabbed it with one hand and gave a couple of sharp tugs, eventually dislodging it. He frowned softly at the sight. It had been battered just a bit from its eventful flight, leaving it scuffed here and there. Oh, well, he could likely patch some of that up. And what he couldn't would just serve as further marks of the Mountain King's storied history.