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These lands were new to him, he was used to the cold of the mountains. The heat was a nice change, but the barren wasteland of... Well... The barrens wasn't the most eye catching. Shaking his head, the sun glistening off white horns that jutted out of his head and rested behind his ears. The festival in Homewood had been a blast, meeting a few of the Nouls gathered there was... Interesting. One Doe had peeked his interested and it seemed he had peeked hers. Budding friendships were a glorious thing.

It had been rumors that had drawn him to these barrens once again. He had made it across the first time with little trouble. Now he stood beneath the large branches of what was called the Grandfather tree. In his homeland, those of high praise made the pilgrimage to the tree and return with a gift to help those... less fortunate, though often used their powers only when they were paid. It had always chafed Wynter the wrong way when some high Nouls thought just because they had a gift they would charge anything for their help.

"I won't make the same mistakes as them. A gift is meant to be shared, not squandered and only used when given everything." His tone was hushed as the place seemed a sacred site. "Perhaps even show them how wrong they really are."

Perhaps someday Wynter would return to where he was born and show them a different way. To show those barely scarping by that they don't have to fear someone with a gift. And show those showboats that having a git does not make them all powerful. Frowning to himself, his thoughts were starting to get clouded with other things. First thing was first, he had to prove himself worthy of being blessed with a gift. Even if Wynter himself was not from a wealthy family or prestigious line.

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The tree vanished to be replaced by darkness and silence. The air around him became still as walls appeared around him. Raising his head his horns rattling against whatever was over head. The sound of his horns against the mental made his ears ring uncomfortably. Shaking his head, leaving his head lowered so that he didn't get caught in whatever was over head. Where was he now? Last thing that he remembered was the tree then there was all this.

"What sort of place is this?" Wynter said as he glanced around.

The walls were close, very close. The closeness was almost claustrophobic inducing. Shaking his head again he started walking through the narrow halls of the trees creation. Stopping at a fork, Wynter looked in both direction, neither looked inviting or lead to anywhere. Behind him was just as bad as everything else around him.

"Are these the visions that our more prestigious residents spoke of?" he said aloud as he looked down the left path. "This doesn't seem like something that the others had been put through."

These thoughts passed through his mind, he shook them away. He was not one for making those beneath him think he had been through a harrowing journey to return gifted. No, he was different then them. Determined to show the tree he was not a selfish Noul, he took to the right path and down the meany wandering, winding paths. Many of these paths lead him to dead ends. Frustration coursed through him as he turned to head another direction. The more dead ends he met, the more it felt like he was falling to pieces. Each one gave him something to think about. The many paths that he could take and how they could end.

Finding his way back around to the fork he had started at, seems his fate was ever moving, ever shifting. Raiding his gaze towards what he could only think of as the sky. He wondered what his new friend was doing at this moment. While he found his own path. A path that suited him, rather how he felt towards those whom held little meaning. Those who took their gifts and squandered them and made others miserable.

"Perhaps things will have to be taken one step at a time," Wynter said as the image of Muse seemed to pass over the walls of the maze he had found himself within. "Well.. Perhaps a little faster then that. Two steps." He said rearing a little, before taking after the vision that was within his mind's eye.

The bell like laughter ringing in his ears as the darkness seemed to melt away. The metal walls o the maze starting to crumble and fall away as the ending seemed near. The image that came to him here wasn't of his homeland. Wasn't him showing that even those less fortunate had their own place in Vykeli's need. Nope, his path was one of making friends away from the icy lands of the mountains. Homewood held much and it was all awaiting him to explore and discover.

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