Starting Out
A full three days were spent at one of the shrines, the longest that he'd sat still for some time now, before Luciel was once more off toward the next one. He was on a constant pilgrimidge in a constant pattern, one that could be followed as easily as one followed the seasons. Always moving, only spending so time at them, praying while he was sitting still, soaking up the calm air, and then when he felt as though he were ready he was off again. He wasn't the sort that would sit still, or was it that he couldn't sit still? Likely the latter, ever since he was a little child he'd been following his adoptive father from place to place. It was a far more enjoyable journey back then he felt, back before he'd been attacked, back before things had grown a little murky. It was strange, he knew that he was safer at the shrines, that inner darkness of his always felt a lot more subdued, but the idea of sitting still was almost painful. He was felt almost like a shark in that manner, if he stopped for too long he was all but certain that he would die. So he kept going.
There were things that were more difficult then others when it came to his solo journey, things that he'd been able to overcome with a whole lot of pratice as each task, not to mention him trying to find ways around things. Such as learning to use wind magic to aid him in dressing, it seemed to him at times like a gross misuse of magic but still it helped him in ways that his missing hand no longer could. If only it were so easy to manage his hair, if anything his few attempts at using such powers to help in that area only landed him with some terribly windblown hair that made him look like a puffed up cat. One of the young Exorcisma that was training at the shrine had been kind enough to pull back his long, blond tresses and braided it back for him in a manner he hoped would keep until the next time he stopped at an inn or, if he couldn't reach one situated in the manner he liked, a stream to bathe. The only downside to the girl's help was her insistance upon tying off the end of his braid with a bright pink ribbon, as much as he wanted to complain he decided to accept her gift along with her help. He could tuck the ribbon away into his pack later, once he was ready to undo the braid. No reason to upset a little girl after all when she had been nothing but kind to him.
It seemed that children were the kindness people out there, never looking at him in pity though from time to time they would question him about his wounds. Telling them that a 'monster did it' was normally a good enough explaination though, they were a bit easy to appease like that. When they continued on with their questions he normally ended up making something up, not wanting for them to worry quite yet about the real things that were out there that might want to get them. There was plenty of time for that when they got older, he would prefer that they kept their innocence for as long as they could be allowed.
With one foot Luciel kicked his massive fan up into the air, catching it with his hand, then flicked it open so that he could lift it up and over his head to help to keep the sun at bay. While he had nothing against the life giving rays of the sun he risked getting his fair skin burned if he careful, it was one of two reasons that he preferred the night time, the other reason being his magic worked better at night. It was likely due to the marking it on his chest and in his remaining eye, it was called a Lunar Corona, and his power seemed be drawn the moon's pale light, light that he found to be far easier on his skin. The only downside was that night time was when all the darker things started to roam. There always seemed to be both upsides and downside to everything he thought to himself in a thoughtful manner, turning his head for a moment so he could glance to the side, giving a bit of a smile, "Good afternoon, are you traveling this direction as well? You are most welcome to walk with me." He said, giving a nod of his head. Were anyone to see him they would likely think the blond mad but as it were he was was instead speaking with a spirit that he noticed had started to walk alongside him. Better then traveling alone he thought to himself, even if it might seem as though he were talking to himself. Whether the spirit noticed him or realized he was talking to it that was hard to tell at present. Oh well, they had all day, or until the spirit vanished, to make a connection.
