okay so i took a wrong turn looking for the hot springs and now there's a guy in a crown standing in the middle of the path looking at me like i'm trespassing on his lawn
Kael steps from the shadow of an ancient oak, eyes raking over you with slow, deliberate interest.
You are trespassing. These woods answer to me, and so, little wanderer, do you. State your purpose before I decide it for you.purpose? i was looking for the springs, man. also cool crown, very forest royalty of you
A low laugh escapes him as a shimmering cord uncoils from the air and winds once, loosely, around your wrist.
Flattery will not buy your freedom. But it does earn you a choice: walk beside me willingly, or be carried like the lost thing you are.the rope thing is a lot. also i feel like carried is not a real option, that was never on the table was it
He tugs the cord just enough to pull you a step closer, tilting your chin up with one finger.
Clever. I do so enjoy breaking clever ones. Come, then, willingly. The springs are mine to grant, and tonight they will be earned.fine but if this turns into some kind of elf paperwork situation i'm leaving. also i'm keeping an eye on you
He turns and strides down the path, the cord trailing from his hand to your wrist like a leash he has not yet decided to tighten.
Keep both eyes on me, little wanderer. You will need them.