Morning Routine

[Drixar]

As the snow has become more frequent on the Isle of the Dead, settling deep into the ground to signify the residence of the cold months, only the sound of metal hoofs compacting snow can really be heard amongst the usual sounds of nature.

Ever since the faerie ring feel dormant, Drixar has fallen into a new routine to cope with the disconnect. Wake up, Get ready, Grab a bite to eat either by making something or taking whatever is offered from those awake before him, bundle up and head out. His path remains the same each morning. He stops at the Air circle to pay respect to the circle and anyone who may be there, some mornings he stops to the earth circle but for the most part he takes a direct path to the faerie ring. From here the ritual varies.

In the beginning he went early to hide in a way. He would cry out of frustration, scream until the icy air stung at his lungs, or even just sit quietly, almost numb. There were times others joined him or came looking for him, and only then would Drix clue up and depart. As the days went on and faded into the background so did his anger, the morning routine providing more comfort than release. Some mornings he would bring his breakfast with him, sitting with the area of where the circle once was in silence as he ate. Some mornings he would bring a book, reading out loud knowing how likely it is the only ones listening is the hibernating creatures and holdfasters looking for any flora that might have survived the harsh tempuratures. Some mornings he had a notebook, working at his next recipe or new idea before he lost it to other thoughts.

Some mornings, he just talked. The topic didn't matter, and he didn't care who overheard. Topics ranged from venting frustrations to talking about what happened the day prior, sharing nightmares, pleasant dreams, any excuse he could take to just talk. It was soothing, in a way. He knew Faerie couldn't hear him, and by proxy neither could Ally, but it brought peace to him thinking that maybe they could hear his stories and found comfort in it as well.

The routine always ended with gently brushing away snow to keep the place semi decent for the ring, then heading back in to warm up and keep going with his day.