Taviora may be his home, and Diveen may be his birthplace, but in the end he did enjoy to travel across Moladion. His steps were dark, black and touched with bracelets of stars upon the night. He was a wolf of sky, sky when the sun decided to fade, touched with the deep embers of an Angel's mark upon his back that seemed to glow with the touch of sun as he wandered. His eyes were hazed over, but stunning none the less. They were like gems, sky blue opals flashes with rich yellows and flower pinks. His face was naturally handsome, a gift from his father, and yet his fur was wild and unkept. He was clean, but he certainly didn't hold the desire to keep every little hair in place like Azrael or Celeste. No, such things did not matter, they never did, not when the world of dreams stole his soul every night. Dreams were lucid things for him, things as real as where he walked now. The grass crunched and the air had taste a smell, yet it was oh so different than the reality he existed in now. The reality that the golden girl existed in.
It was beneficial having a run in with his dear sister Iophiel, one who believed in the separate realms, one of him family who could really accept his state as a Dreamwalker. She brought added confidence to his weary state as of late. It was confusing when in the dream world, he would encounter a friend or family member, only for them to tell him later in reality that it never happened, that he dreamed it all up, that it wasn't real, and it always hurt him every time. It wounded him to know such special moments with others were not shared and...he supposed that instead it was a visit with their souls, unconscious while they slept so far away.
He was here on this day, here as he breathed in the fall air. Should he go to Diveen, to see his family, or is it all just...too much? To see the...disappointment in his father's eyes? To know he will not be the great warrior like Guardian, his littermate? No, he will always be the weird one, and with that he pauses, looking off towards the plateaus of Diveen with perked star-touched ears, before sighing slightly, moving on towards the waters.
He didn't notice her at first. At times, he was often spaced out, lost in thought or stuck within his dream world. Sometimes, then outside world goes unknown to him. He is about 20 feet away as he drips his long limbs into the cool liquid. He feels it surround him, a gentle breeze brushing his dark fur. It is only where a bird dashes from the grass to his right, does his eyes dash over, wondering if woodland faeries or haunted spirits had followed him to reality. He blinked, watching the bird fly away for a moment before his eyes focused in on the girl of gold. HE froze, simply surprised at himself for not noticing someone earlier, how he knew his mind was distracted, and yet, he could read it upon her face that she may be just as distracted as he.
He never was afraid to approach others that he did not know. It actually got harder approaching those he did know, but for strangers? His dream world was always adventurous, full of wonders many who wished to meet and speak with him, and reality should be no different. His ears lowered a bit, he took a few steps towards her chest deep in the water, head tilting slightly as he gem-like eyes blink a few times.
"Excuse me, you seem troubled," he asked, his voice echoing deep and mysterious, yet his deepness was more of a tenor than a bass. "Perhaps, a separate set is ears is what you need," he stated, stepping forward a bit more, eyes flickering up to see both the sun and moon in the sky. Not an uncommon thing, the dream world often held many strange celestial objects, and for the longest time, he made no distinction between dream and reality. Such a thing only came recently, and even then...he still found it confusing, but for now, he was content simply prying a little into the world, seeking to know of others instead of staying deep in the forest of Taviora by himself.