tempered steps crossing boundaries and skipping across rotten planks of wood, haring down rope and wooden pathways to reach his hut, breath short and aching in his lungs. damn it all, he'd gotten too relaxed and comfortable since he had come back. it had come to his attention that there were a plethora of ashfoots and a few corps members and knights without their wings - wings that they had long ago earned. these names were left to him in a letter left behind by baalal when the zheng had disappeared in search of the lost patrol sent to the glacial altar, of which he was the only known survivor. this needed to be handled immediately, as well as a few other minor announcements.

pushing through the dried grass and moss that functioned as the door to the valereader and sage's hut, exhaling into the lonely and empty air, his eyes sliding closed. son of a bitch, he hated how silent it was in here, when and where the ghosts of the past echoed in his head and brought him to his knees. now was not the time for that. catching his breath as he paced around, the akhlut would set down his bag of fragile items, the bag revealing itself to be a scrap of velvet with different sets of metal wings settled upon it's throne. adjusting the scrap a bit, to make it seem more appealing, he would rush to light the lanterns within the hut before pushing his way back outside to light the lanterns around the hut and along the walkways, looking up to the stars far above. closing his eyes for a moment as he brought himself to breathe and relax, he shook himself out before letting out a long howl, calling the attention of the members of the frostblown, calling them, "all members of the frostblown, gather in the sage's hut for a mandatory meeting!", he would summon before turning back inside, eager to watch the dancing lights so far above if he could finish this meeting quickly enough.