He had spent many hours flying on the back of the wyvern and had decided to begin his daily walk. The forest was calm, but he still had an uneasy feeling about it while walking through. It was almost like his senses were telling him to leave it and never come back. Was that fear he was feeling? Putting the thought to the back of his head, Ariael would keep moving forwards while stepping over vines as thick as his arm. His nose took in a scent of honey and citrus like fruits. He hadn't caught a whiff of anything of the unordinary, but he still thought best to keep his senses open for any unwanted encounters.
Ariael didn't know why, but he felt like once he explored the city of Magnolia he would find what he was looking for in Fiore. Whether it be power for himself or an individual who could quench his thirst for battle.
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