[Comparatively, it's not a bad walk at all. And Kion generally likes to be out and moving, more than happy for another reason to get a look at the Grey Ward, even if for the moment he's simply passing through. The trees are a comfort in a way, the elf feeling a faint sense of release at the sound of wind rustling the leaves.
And the home he'd been directed to... familiarity of the style of murals, the subjects just had him hit with homesickness more keenly than the vague sense of it he'd felt before. Not that it stopped him looking at them, admiring the shape of them amidst the lush greenery the residents had encouraged.
Kion, like Solas, was dressed simply, barefoot as was his preference, a simple sort of jacket and high-waisted pants in darker browns, a tunic in a richer teal. He couldn't help but smile, with a nod of greeting.]
Hardly. It does me good to get out and moving. [A pause, gaze moving over the garden, admiring the colors of the blossoms, some familiar, others not.] Your home is beautiful.
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And the home he'd been directed to... familiarity of the style of murals, the subjects just had him hit with homesickness more keenly than the vague sense of it he'd felt before. Not that it stopped him looking at them, admiring the shape of them amidst the lush greenery the residents had encouraged.
Kion, like Solas, was dressed simply, barefoot as was his preference, a simple sort of jacket and high-waisted pants in darker browns, a tunic in a richer teal. He couldn't help but smile, with a nod of greeting.]
Hardly. It does me good to get out and moving. [A pause, gaze moving over the garden, admiring the colors of the blossoms, some familiar, others not.] Your home is beautiful.