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It had been several hours now since Jacob had left the tree house to explore the Wilderness in search of his sister. He had grown worried when he had awoke to find himself completely alone. Though he was only eight he still worried much like an older brother would instead of one that was younger. He was traveling along one of the many trails that rested within the Wilderness. The trail he was currently on would take him to an area that was located very deep within the wilderness. The very place in which Reaper went to meditate in order to get away from everyone. Only he and Darksun knew of this place because of it being so secluded. Jacob dearly hoped that his sister would be there so he could stop worrying. It was never good to worry not ever.

Stuffing his hand hastly deep into his pants pocket the boy quickly thought of anything that would get his mind off it. When the subject came it caused Jacob to come to a sudden halt in the middle of the trail. Quite shock he was actually taken back as his mind coped around the subject that came popping into his mind. Actually..it was more of a memory then anything else. The memory was of him back in the doctors house sitting on the floor with little Illiana Kimache in his lap showing her the many wonders of magic. Showing the beauty that resided in such sorcery that not all magic was that of destruction and horror. With the right stroke and potentialy something so dangerous could become an art piece of beauty. Without realizing it the boy found himself smiling softly at the memory of making the crying girl able to smile and laugh. Teaching her the word magic and even held onto her when she had fallen asleep against him.

It truth of it all...he had enjoyed the experience of the entire episode greatly. But...since then he hadn't been able to see Illiana. They did weigh him down a bit in spirit. He had hoped to see her at least one more time to see if she even remembered him. At the moment she was the only other person that Jacob felt so comfortable around and could be himself. He wouldn't mind playing with her and showing her a few more magic tricks like last time. Perhaps whenever he finds Reaper he could ask her to take him to Illiana so they could play. From what he could see of this clan there wasn't other kids around for Illiana to play with. And he was sure she wouldn't mind having someone to play with.

Ultima nodded and watched Reaper go off, glad that the air of awkwardness had left with her. He turned in a different direction, sure as hell not sure what one it actually was, till he found his old wheelchair. "Well my steel chariot, looks like I've no more need of you... still you do look so barren here all alone.... Ahh, what the hell! Come to Papa"

Yes it was a strange act of separation anxiety so Ultima grabbed his chair and wheeled it out of there. Wheelchair in front of him he moved into the real wilderness, feeling infinitely better without the unsettling 'temple' around.

Whistling quietly to himself, he took a moment to gaze up at the moon in all its fullness, letting it fill his cattish eyes. The soft, silver velvet light cast by the moon was an excellent alternative to those harsh streetlamps. Priest snorted to himself, sweeping his bangs from his face. Despite the fog, tonight was a good night. He was full of blood, having gorged himself for the better half of the night. He hadn't eaten in several days, so who could blame him?

He came to an intersection of sorts, and paused to ponder a moment on which direction he should now take. To his left were the docks, while to the right was his dwelling, tucked back into the trees. He shrugged slightly and chose the left.

"I have a little time to kill," he mumbled to himself. "Maybe I'll find a trinket at the docks." Once again sweeping back his bangs, he set off that way, walking quickly. Daylight was hours off, but he was easily distracted and had several times been in danger of burning when the sun came up.

Continuing his stroll toward the docks, Priest's eye was caught by a shadowed figure. Interest piqued, he turned that way, but not straining his eyes to further see the stranger. He could easily make out longish black hair and a feminine shape, belied by the muscle tone of her arms. He looked down at his own feet, and grinned to himself. "She shan't be up there long," he thought.

"Child...what are you doing?"

Not only did his profession give him limited reign of the word- but he liked that it implied he was older. He most likely was.

Sighing softly, he stopped where he was. He crossed his thin arms over his chest, leaning on his left foot. "I'd rather be no one's grandfather, so I hope you don't take offense if I assure you I'm not."

Admiring the landing, he leaned back on a post and waited for her next move.

"Now," he said slowly, acknowledging what she had said but still not replying to it "I would like to know the services the town offers. This is my first night here." and he would need somewhere for the day.