Welcome to Gaia! ::

Viltre wove his way through the tall grasses surrounding their plot. The pink of his cloak, woven from the same plants, made his approach seem the result of a passing eddy in the breeze. The wide hat of the same make only helped this impression. And while, yes, the professional in him enjoyed the inherent stealth of his approach, that was a secondary thing. Mostly he had the pink reeds on because it was bright and damned hot out in direct sunlight. Sorin's brother, tall and whipcord lean, was used to the shelter of the canopy, a mostly urban creature. Or at least less comfortable out in the open, and if one could spot him, it showed.

As was established pattern, the Kavensei secondboy made his way out of his family roost but seldom, even to visit his dear little brother. Today, naturally, had some important matter to discuss. I really should come by more often. Never know when I'll slip up, now more than usual. He found the broader leafling almost as soon as he reached the edge of the tall grass. Unlike his elder, the younger didn't go in for hiding, and the other workers being mostly absent was another big clue. A deep, steadying breath, and the scribe stepped out into the open sunlight. "Hoy there! How's this clean living thing treating you, brother mine?"